Francis felt his heart squeeze at the jab. A part of him believed Arthur, but he hated it. He hated to think that he might not love Arthur without the spell. His love was one of the only sure things he knew right now and what would he have without it? Not wanting to move away, he only tightened his hug. "I like you and I wouldn't leave you. Mon ami, it's quite against my nature. Does...does it really matter why I feel for you? Isn't it good enough that I do...?" He asked the question as much to get assurances for himself as for Arthur.