Henry was, she couldn't deny that. He in ways lacked guile in a way that made Evie wonder if the assassin's were what would truly make him happy. But the order also gave access to a level of freedom and information her husband would not have had otherwise. The order had use for all kinds of skills, after all. And perhaps they all needed someone who lacked that innate leaning towards dishonesty.

Her eyes rolled near out of her head at the next suggestion her brother dared for. "You're certainly not an uncle yet, and we've no current plans to make you one in the near future." She pointed out. Certainly children were something that was possible but there were ways to avoid, especially when they we're so busy between England and India.

She looked at the band on her own wrist, the one she had noted before. She slipped a finger beneath it, measuring just now much leeway was given. Not enough to slip off, not enough to cut circulation. She wondered if she dislocated her thumb it it could be removed. It might be a bit too tight for that. And apparently it meant more, along with these garments she assumed her brother was referring to as scrubs.

"It seems to have a disregard for time and space." She answered as she dropped the interest in her band to cross her arms. Her cheeks took on a shy bit of color. "I can only imagine what you've told him."