[His eyes widen, and he gently wraps both arms around her as protectively as he can.]

I can't ever lie to you. I never have, and I doubt I ever well. Oh, I'll dance around the truth, and I'll avoid it to my dying day, but I won't lie to you.

[The truth meant too much to her. He wouldn't tell her some things he lied to the whole world about, but he trusted her not to ask them too.] It was all true, but it wasn't... the way I would have wanted.

I think... maybe you're right, eh? Maybe all the lies and other things are to keep me softer. Scrub away the downy feathers, the love and fluff, and I'm a lot... darker. But I usually choose not to be that way... so that counts for something. Doesn't it? [It's a real question because he's not sure.]