Well then. Becks had to admire her dedication, but it left an unsettled sort of dread in his gut. If she was going to be honest with her husband, was she going to tell him with who. Beckett was absolutely sure he didn't want a pissed off Ben Crouch on his doorstep any time soon.

Sighing, Beckett reached for his wand on the nightstand and summoned his robe from the closet. "It is indeed your choice Mrs. Crouch, but please keep my reputation in the back of your head." What could he really do? He didn't like it, but then again she had a lot more at stake, he supposed. Beckett swung on the robe easily. He would go in search of his coffee and leave her in peace to redress the situation. Carefully he stood up, expertly keeping the robe in place for her sake. "And let me know if you need anything." He added as he reached the door, giving her a pointed look.