"Knowing such a thing can change how desirable a person is," It had certainly given him doubts about Dodger. More doubts. Part of him knew he was to blame. He'd known Dodger wasn't a good person and he'd tried to overlook it.

He tore through more of the sticker, gritting his teeth.

He hated himself.

Of course, in the oppressive silence, it's almost impossible not to hear Athelstan's mumbling.

"What difference does that make?" He's genuinely asking. Did Athelstan's permission to love anyone he wanted only apply to women?