Strangely, it is the mention of Narcissa, or her absence, that makes Rodolphus wilt ever so slightly. It is difficult to put into words how she makes him feel. The words tend to come out completely lacking dignity, things like Narcissa is nice and I wish I had fallen in love with Narcissa, or maybe that's just the way they would come out right now.

"He brought me whiskey." He feels compelled to acknowledge that much.