Judas ordered some starters, but he didn't want to presume to order a meal for Mary so he left that to her. When the waiter had gone to get the wine, he leaned back in his chair and looked at Mary, trying to figure her out. He'd thought he would have been happier for her to look at him in kindness, but he was only looking for the ulterior motive. He certainly hadn't done anything for her lately, and there hadn't been any cataclysmic changes to their lives. Except.
"You're not forgiving me because of the money, are you?"