Of course I don't. [Honesty has been a deal with them since the start, more or less, hasn't it? Sure, she learns more of what she's missing as time goes by, but keeping something from her is one thing, while outright lying is another.

It's just not a line that helps her feel better.

She finally stands up, because the cake won't rise faster if she stares at it, anyway. In spite of the tense conversation, she thinks she's being rather civil.] I'd rather it were because you don't like me that way, or don't want me that way, than have to think that in any other circumstances I'd be enough, but not here.