He doesn't believe her. That's clear enough from his expression, but he still nods in that slow way of his, with his lips pursed as he considers her answer. Then comes to a decision and walks to the opposite side of the table to take a seat across from her. Why not? They're alone, so it's a perfect opportunity to spend some quality time with his dear old mother.

"It might." He leans forward, keeping his eye contact. Everyone else has been surprisingly open when he questions them, but she does this every time. She's smart. No matter how direct he is, she stays committed to that story.

After an extended silence, he cuts in -- "It's been a while since we caught up. You must have something to tell me. Have you made any progress?"

She should know what he's talking about.