Ginny studied his face, her eyes a little wider than they needed to be. Her mouth was suddenly dry, but she didn't trust the tea not to choke her. She didn't know where he was going with this, or what he would do with her answer. She chewed on her lower lip and realised for the first time that it was slightly bruised. She hadn't seen any discolouration in the mirror, so maybe it was all in her mind.
If she told him yes, would that make her a tease? Or worse? If she told him no, she would be lying, but what were the other components? What would happen if she told him yes? And what about that thing with Marcus? It wasn't like they'd exchanged pins and promised to go steady. They weren't even a couple, just because she'd had dinner with him and...
This had the potential to be very messy, but she had this policy to be honest no matter what.
"Yes," she said, her word hesitant but not a question. "Why?"