"I don't have to explain myself," Anton said.
"Well, sure," Frederick replied, "but I don't have to change my mind, either."
"You wouldn't really tell Father, would you?" Anton asked, suddenly nervous rather than obstinate.
"I'd rather not," Frederick admitted. "You should be the one to tell Father. And Mother, for that matter."
"I was going to get around to telling them." Anton seemed to realize his blunder. Frederick decided not to push the matter too hard.
"Look, you're old enough, I'm not going to tell you what to do. But you can't go hiding something like this."
"I know."