[ Ah, the elephant in the room. Gus sits up in his chair, looks back and forth between Iona and his brother. ]

Well...you should probably. Go home? I don't know about what I'm going to do— I have to lie low, but that's nothing n—

[ To which Claude interrupts with a brief: ]

"Maybe you could go with Miss Iona, Auguste. Though of course, it's not up to me to say."