"What? No." Finally, Benedict smiles slightly, as if to reassure him.

"What we do, it's not-- I'm not used to it being--" He waves his hand vaguely, trying to find the words, "...I wasn't supposed to, really. It didn't matter as long as we kept it quiet, but that's just it, talking about it meant you'd already fucked up. I'm-- I was-- supposed to get married. If a girl or her parents find out you'd... you know, it reflects badly on your family."

It's not such a consideration anymore, but these things don't just unstick themselves from someone's brain.