She may or may not have been correct in saying that some of the Lestranges might have opted to exclude him had there been an option to do so, but frankly, Tiberius didn't care enough to ponder or argue the point. He knew he had the respect of the relatives that he cared at all to cultivate respect from — Lucius, Tatiana. Seneca even had her schoolgirl crush on him, or had as of last summer. Whether people like Cassius enjoyed his company or not was so far removed from the list of things he was concerned about it was almost laughable.

He did shoot her an openly skeptical look when she called herself a delight, but decided not to comment on it overtly. "It would be delightful if you would stop talking," he suggested as he removed his shirt and fished a nightshirt out of the luggage left by the vanity. "And turned out the light."

Not that he had any qualms about getting undressed in front of her — he'd gotten her pregnant twice, so it was a little late to develop some false modesty — but he didn't need the light in the room to finish undressing, and he wanted to end this interaction as quickly as possible. Hopefully she would stick to her side of the bed and not flail around in her sleep. If she did, Tiberius might simply push her out of the bed. Accidentally, of course.