Verity just stared for a moment. She couldn't deny it. She had had her suspicions from the start but they had always sounded like little more than paranoid ramblings to her. "He obliviated me?" she asked, though it came out more like a statement. "Is it fixable? I can't keep track of anything. It's like my short term memory just-" she shook her head. It was frustrating but she knew better than to expect pity from a Death Eater.
When he gave her permission to wash up she slinked back into her bedroom, leaving the door open for him to follow if he'd like. The bathroom door was about to close when he gave his odd request. She stared. She frowned. "What?" That was the strangest request she'd heard. Suddenly she was snapping again. "If you're into that sick crap like he was then just leave! I don't need to play you're fucking games! I'm not getting you off! I'm not here for that! I wasn't made for that!" There she was screaming all right, though it was more anger than pain.