Jamie lifts an eyebrow and a little smile quirks the corner of his mouth as Morrigan turns the question back. Again. He moves closer, until he can lean against Morrigan and rest his head against his shoulder. He keeps his hold the man's hand.

"I'm fine, darling. Maybe it's terrible, but I am. I didn't like that you were forced to do it. I don't like that it--hurt you, in any way. I don't like that I think I could have liked it."

He sits up so that he can meet Morrigan's gaze again.

"But this is far from the first time that I've played a role. Not even the first time I've done it to try to help a friend."