Verity's grip on his hand is tight, a little angry and a little scared. She isn't even thinking about their state of undress right now, just how hard this is to tell him.

"No, I made sure of that years ago. I can't risk passing on the curse." It's a simple little pair of statements that shouldn't be so hard to say. There's so much more that's not being said. She watches his eyes darting around, wondering why he still does that. "I'm sorry, maybe I should have told you sooner."