Halting in front of the door, Ethan turned to Lillie. He tilted his head to the side like a curious puppy, his eyebrow arching in puzzlement. "I might know him?" He reiterated.
Lillie twisted the door open, humming in confirmation as she did. "Say, what else do you know about your master?"
Her peculiarly out-of-the-blue question had Ethan thinking it's somehow connected to the person they're here for.
The person his wife ran over...she's not suggesting that it's his master, right? It's not that he's questioning Lillie's speculation, it's just that...it seems too far-fetched.
His master, who he regards as a dangerous man, someone you must've trifle with or take lightly at all costs, the man he respects—but only to a certain degree—ran over by a car? By accident, at that?