"Not so much pry as get you to say it aloud," he admitted, and the knife came to rest now at her collarbone. "No, I was more curious about exactly what you would lose if we were caught. Surely the desire to compartmentalise stems from the hope of keeping a secret or secrets plural from specific people. And that's where I start to wonder... are certain things simply un-reveal-able?" Or perhaps the real question was, when he asked, was he only speaking of her?