He takes a breath. I will betray you once. I cannot betray you twice. But that's not exactly it, is it? He's fucked people he'd later hand over to Illyan-and-then-Allegre plenty of times. Hell, that's a good part of his job description. So it's not the betrayal that stops him, not truly. It's...

He rubs at his eyes. They ache. He aches. He aches all over.

"I do not," he says, awkwardly, uncertainly, trying to feel this out even as he speaks, "sleep with people I care about."