"With the added bonus," he said, shifting so that she was on his lap comfortably and then answering with one of his own smirking smiles, "That you would have to hold on to me, very very tightly."
He was surprised by the wide-eyed look of shock when he'd pulled her into his lap, but she didn't protest. She likely should, he thought, but he would rather she didn't. Instead he ran a hand down her arm, and then it dropped to her knee where it rested over his.
He was going to tell her. He knew that. And there was a deep sort of fear at even wanting to try. She'd looked at his Dark Mark and worried how it had hurt him. That was touching, really. But admitting he'd lost his mind? That felt far more dangerous.