"Yes, I've considered it," he admits readily. His smile deepens at her answer. There's no disguising his satisfaction, not that he'd try. "Longer then." He tangles her hand in his to lift and brush a kiss along her knuckles.

There's a questioning look at her change in expression, a pause long enough for her to speak into if she chooses. When she doesn't, he continues. "They did. Otherwise I would not. I gave my word." It's sacrosanct to him.

He keeps her hand, thumb slow over her knuckles although he can barely feel it. In her time any theories of psychology were in their infancy. No sense in overly complicating this. If she wants more specific details, she can ask, and he'll do his best to answer. "Marc and Steven are two people occupying the same body, not brothers as they've told most people here. The only reason I know this is that I first met Steven when I was hunting in the park. His behavior was so erratic that I read his mind, only to discover a completely separate personality there. He wasn't talking to himself as I imagined. He was talking to Marc." He stops there for now, imagining this alone may lead to some questions.