Seeing Sabrina's expression shift into something so immediately sorrowful makes a cold and heavy guilt settle in Rosie's chest. It's only momentary, at least, banished almost as soon as it occurs as she hears the fierce protectiveness underlying each word of Sabrina's explanation. "I know we've talked about how things like this were different at home for me," she murmurs, one hand curling gently around Sabrina's ankle. "Or even for you, for that matter, with all that staying a virgin for your Dark Baptism business. And I know David used that in his own stupid, awful way to get what he wanted, I do, but..."

She sighs. "When you've always heard that letting a boy have certain...advantages means you can't be surprised if he decides you ought to offer him more, it's not so easy to forget."

Rosie shakes her head in answer to the shift in topic. "You said a little, but not much," she says, her thumb starting to rub a soft, idle circle along the hollow of Sabrina's ankle. "That it's set around Valentine's Day, but it's just for witches, I remember that much. And that you were celebrating it with Nick."