She felt her brows furrow as her brain leapt into overdrive. Not a philosophy he could continue to subscribe to? What moral epiphany had he come to, and when? Why? Did he mean it, or was this some elaborate ploy to get a leg up on her - to embarrass her in front of his housemates, and hers? She wanted to get away from him, from his stupid dimples and his spicy cologne and his warm hand and dissect this, whatever it was. Or ignore it. She should definitely, definitely ignore this entire conversation and pretend it never happened. But damn her, and damn her curiosity, she just couldn't stop from asking. "And what happens when your friends find out about this little change of heart? About... me?"