"You told me what you want to be called."

Which was true. But she wasn't doing it as any service to him. He was right. Rory hadn't been evil, as far as she'd known. No murder, no rape, no kicking puppies. Best to separate the idea of that affable widower from Nebraska (and look at that) from this person beside her now.

"I half expected you to break my neck."

And she raised a hand to touch her neck, absently, as if verifying that no, he hadn't.

Even if maybe that would have been for the best.