His jaw sets and he swallows hard, unsure if Venus is being sarcastic or if she is actually holding fast to that sad little delusion of him. Either way, he feels rotten for having to disappoint her. And as they're still in the vicinity of the wretched device which broadcasts people's conversations, he's not fearful, but apprehensive of his privacy being exposed.

"I hope you would not think less of me if I did." Courfeyrac says, turning to face her, deciding to be brave.