Basil remained silent as Jace left the room, but then sighed and sat back down on the bed. What else had Jace expected him to do? Surely, he'd wake up in the morning, with a hangover, no less, and wonder what had even happened last night. And if he happened to remember any of it, then he'd be disgusted with himself, for potentially multiple and different reasons. Basil felt, deep down, that he'd done the right thing. In fact, he hadn't even been selfish. 
	[i]He really would believe me to be a monster if I'd just...let him have that regret just to receive such gratification. It was the right thing to do. It had to be.[/i]