Oh, well, that *is* awkward.
Adalind: Never thought I’d see this.
Renard [resigned]: Well, enjoy it while you can.
Adalind: What do you want from me?
Renard: A little help.
Adalind: And what kind of help would that be?
Renard: Well, ironically, I don’t have an alibi for the night Rachel was killed.
Adalind: Where were you?
Renard: I was killing Bonaparte.
Adalind: Oh, well, that *is* awkward.