Theodore hadn't doubted that, not really. It was more that everything felt surreal, like a dream-state but not quite a nightmare, which was why the question was slightly less than entirely rhetorical. She'd given him the answer he wanted, and expected, though. He smiled and kissed her back, resting his head against hers. "I can't take the Mark," he said softly. "And I can't let them put me under that potion."