He gave something like a tight grin at her response, her words were harsh but the tone was less so- and was trying not to take offense, particularly considering this new revelation coming upon him. He’d never thought- not in a hundred years would Verity ever be self-conscious about herself; perhaps about a scar or a small mark as all women did- but, on a whole? She was beautiful, she knew she was- men and women had told her that since she was a girl- it was the one thing that was hardly debatable by anyone…
Montague was glad when she looked back up at him though, letting his hand move to cup her cheek, to thread in her hair, “but I could…” he said softly; he could and he would never be able to forgive himself if he ever did. He cleared his throat then, feeling overly emasculated by his worry and gave her a smile. “I’ll try and remember.” Montague said deeper, his voice as if trying to make up for the prior tone.