To say it was bothering him would have been a bit much — at least, the fact of the change didn't bother him so much as the fact that she wouldn't admit to whatever had caused it. He didn't believe that she really didn't know, or that she didn't care. How could someone just not know what was happening to their own body? No, she'd definitely caused this somehow, but for whatever reason, she wasn't going to talk about it.

Tiberius took his hands off of her breasts and put them in his lap, mostly for lack of anything better to do with them. The way the two of them were positioned on the bed made it look as though they'd just been fighting — both of them stretched away from each other, with a buffer between — and though that had clearly not been a proper fight he was a bit worried that there was no way to transition to what he'd actually come here for at this point.

After considering for a moment, Tiberius asked earnestly, "You wouldn't — do anything risky, would you? For... something like this, I mean." The clarification was necessary because obviously Antigone did risky things every day; she thrived on them. Given the confines of her Unbreakable Vow and the changeability of her mood, she assumed more risk just by leaving the house some days than other women might in their entire lives.