[ She stops, turns halfway, looks him dead on. ]

No, you aren't. Forgive me for saying so, but I can see it in your face.

[ Happy, that is. And, honestly? It's more hypocrisy from her, denying someone else the opportunity to hide behind their words, stripping them of their secrets. She's young, still, and will have these moments. ]

There's no reason to affect otherwise. [ Once started, she hardly knows how to stop. ] How do you actually feel about my bringing it up?