She understood why he hadn't wanted to come right out and answer the question. Even a simple sentence like his could get him in severe trouble if she was of a mind to report him to the proper authorities. Before she ran away from her husband and the life that she had created in Hogsmeade, she had been the perfect, dutiful, little Death Eater. If she even suspected that someone she knew was harboring ill thoughts about the regime she had dedicated her life to protecting, she didn't hesitate to make a formal report. Over the years she had lost count of the number of people who had been punished in various degrees of severity for the reports she'd filed. It was no wonder that he had never been so forthright with her about his feelings. Once upon a time, good fuck or not, she wouldn't have hesitated to turn him in for seditious speech.