If they'd had this conversation the day that they'd gotten on the boat to France, or even the night he'd brought out that stupid card game, he would have said yes. Ben hadn't ever been one to fantasize about romance, but he understood that was probably something Melody wanted — and while he wasn't confident that he could give it to her, he had at least been willing to set it as a distant goal. Something to work towards, in the hope that one day the two of them could be happy together. Or at least happy ish.

With each passing day, though, that goal seemed less and less attainable. He still wasn't sure he had really forgiven her for the potion — either potion, really. He understood, and he wasn't going to bring it up and fight about it again, but how could he ever really trust her? And if he couldn't trust her, how could he in good faith pretend that he could ever grow to love her?

"I don't know," he admitted with a sigh. "A lot has changed since then. I'd like to say yes, but... I just don't know."