"Even should I wish to speak of your secret, which I do not, it would need be explained how it is I have come to know such a thing. My own shame would be revealed. There is no better insurance."

He leans forward, tentatively, to touch her cheek (don't look down, don't look down, weenie noises, don't look down, eyes on the prize, keep it eyelevel, not on her nakedness nope). "It is not your fault, every moment there are men lying and women believing them. If you are robbed, none would think to argue the fault as yours, it rests solely in the thief. Such a lie may as well be theft of innocence."