"I'm sure you couldn't."

Not really. He doesn't know her well enough, really, to be sure of what she can and can't live with. But that means erring on the side of whatever she insists, especially when she's so worked up—relatively speaking, so far as he's ever seen her—about it.

"And I wouldn't tell you that you should. Love is bullshit, anyway, nineteen times out of twenty."