Marcus keeps it held out, hand only loosely gripping the journal. Not forever.

He also doesn't think Richard is a fool, incapable of deciphering meaning from what is not (Marcus is sure) a subtle dig. Flat regard is held for only a second before he indulges it anyway, and says, "My meaning is that you have an interest in blood magic and an agent of the Chantry would have acted upon that, had she known.

"The translation was not hard to come by," added, a raised eyebrow.