[Yes, yes, there's the obvious—and then there's this? The slight satisfaction that comes with watching Lorenz reach up to pat his hair, because as stupid a scheme as it was, it was still a scheme... and it worked. Aha. Normal Lorenz would have probably, like, brushed her aside before striding into his bedroom; this Lorenz, however, did not, and that's all the confirmation she needs. Gotcha, bitch.]
It is, [she easily agrees, propping her chin in her hand as she once again leans over the back of the couch.] But you thought it might not be. What were you up to last night...
[Like, she knows. Anyone with half a brain would know, but she wants him to say it.]
no subject
It is, [she easily agrees, propping her chin in her hand as she once again leans over the back of the couch.] But you thought it might not be. What were you up to last night...
[Like, she knows. Anyone with half a brain would know, but she wants him to say it.]