He frowns. "No one twirling an an obvious moustache and vowing to kill everyone in the room, eh? A pity. Well. I had to ask."

He reaches out and takes one of her hands.

"Abigail, allow me to repeat again my condolences to you and Magnus. If I had my way the two of you would have been joined together eternally at my side. It's all such a dreadful waste, death."