"Eve, you've never lied to me. That's one of the things about you I always admired, aside from your more obvious charms. Tell me, what would you do if I died?"
"Don't even talk like that!"
"Posh! Don't make believe you're sentimental. I want the truth. What would you do if I died in a year or two?"
"I—I don't even want to think about it."
"Actress! Bah!" Jason Wall grabbed her wrist, twisting cruelly.
"Jason, you—you're hurting me!"
"Then tell me the truth. What would you do if I died?" His tone was urgent.
"I'd be—sad."
"Blast it, of course you'd be sad. I've given you the sort of life a girl dreams about. But what would you do?"
"I—Jason, really!"