Verity chuckled once, low in her throat. "A well-intentional wanker, but a wanker."
She didn't look at him while she answered, playing with the cover of the book. "Eh, dunno. Bored, I guess."
What she wanted to say was I'm in over my head. You're smart; you tell me what I'm supposed to do. But Percy, for all that he was a good guy under the stuffiness, was also a stickler. There was no way he wouldn't turn her in.