[ He bares his neck to Jefferson, uncaring of the marks that'll show there later; then, his eyes large and dark and uncomprehending, he turns to look over his shoulder. ]

Tell you what...?

[ But then it occurs to him—what Jefferson said just a moment ago. Where Jefferson's hand is. Then he gives a start and a cry of dismay, and his eyes widen further, and he tries to pull away. ]

Mr. Pierce, I'm—I'm so sorry. I thought you knew—I thought I had told you—I, I always tell people that I'm a boy before we... at least I thought I always did...

[ His voice shrinks and then trails off as tears of horror and shame fill his eyes. ]