The key...

I tell my wife about the spy I met at the Starbucks in Seoul. It doesn't seem to surprise her. She tells me to "Ignore him, it is nothing."

I show her the key he gave me. She tells me to "Ignore it, it is nothing." But then she tries to grab it from my hand. I pull my hand way. She laughs, as if to say it is nothing, but her eyes say it is something.