For a moment, Fredrick was silent. Though he didn't want to admit it out loud, he was mulling over... gulp... the truth in his mind.
The truth was, he didn't want to go to Ofelia because it would mean coming clean about what he'd been trying to do. It meant admitting that... yes... he'd wanted to assume Lucain form to impress her. And he wanted to impress her by becoming a Lucain because he thought she'd only be... interested... in another Lucain. Romantically interested.
He'd done all of this because of his stupid, stupid crush. And what was love, anyway? A buncha dumb chemical signals in the brain, that's what. He hated them.