"Yes he was," he continued to tease, "and sometimes still is." Montague was just as obviously not being serious, though he had, as a younger man thought that Theo was less then a stellar human being- but that had mostly to do with Miles...
"Much better..." He laughed lightly, and lightly squeezed her side, "though I hope I was better at other things too- not that I want to know if you tested him out..." He was joking, but there was still a very small part of him that was left over from the thirteen year old boy he'd once been- the one where Terence had been the most popular, that Higgs and Miles were the ones to get the pretty girl while he was left playing third wheel and he didn't want to know if he had not truly been the first.
He only shook his head at her repeating of the word disgruntled, becoming quickly more obsessed with the enticement of her lips. He was raising his other hand to her cheek, to move and let his fingers thread in her hair (something about her hair now that she was pregnant seemed to glow- and he was addicted to it), only as his other hand moved to her stomach she tensed and with a reluctant, but worried motion he pulled away, his mouth discouraged from the lack of her soft weight against his.
"Ver... is everything alright?" He hadn't meant to hurt her- or something- this was exactly why he'd been so wary to touch her.