[He blinks just once, stark surprise on his face— honestly, half for the revelation and half for the sheer bluntness with which it was said. For a long moment they stare at each other, and oh, look at how red she's gotten . . .

Honestly? He doesn't judge. He cannot say he approves, but he doesn't know Owen and Mel and he never will, and he won't be so pretentious as to be morally outraged on their behalf. Besides: they all of them have done things they aren't necessarily proud of. It happens.

But oh, that sentence, and he frowns.]

And yet you did.

[Like, duh, but his point being:]

Perhaps you wish to speak of it . . .?

I will not say there is no shame in sleeping with someone's partner, but there are worse crimes, too.