Lying crossed his mind (ha), and he might've spared her the truth if he wasn't sure that it would bite him in the ass later on. If he didn't tell her now, it would reveal itself in some other way. Daimon rubbed the nape of his neck, eyes briefly averted as the flames in them went out before he looked at her again, brows knitted together.
"I returned a piece of your soul to you," he admitted, straightening up as he let her go. "Ah, that I'd been keeping."