In the darkness and artificial lights of street lamps and signs, maybe the slight reddening of his ears would go unnoticed.
He was used to hearing weakness and depravity, yes, but usually in halting, sanitized and vague accounts rather than lurid first person descriptions.
"You... dated... one?" With the garish lighting, his furrowed brows sunk his eyes into dark shadows as he turned the revelation over in his thoughts. "What sort of proof?"
His question was sudden and had a quiet, intense curiosity to it. The curiosity was enough to ignore Misty, to refrain from answering that, Yes, she was the exact sort he'd imagine would have unprotected sex and not even realize she was pregnant for months. But then he realized she'd turned and actually expected an answer.
"Ah... it was hypothetical? But, frankly, Tal brings up a good point. Scary, even. Not just of being sought out, or people close to us attacked, but that maybe the only ones who take up the Vigil are those of us with nothing to lose."