I smile at him when he opens the door, and I slip into the car gracefully. He always keeps it immaculate.

Oh, Ani. "But if we don't trust anyone at all, even a little, we won't find out what they know," I note, taking my sunglasses out of the glovebox. It's getting late, but the sun's still quite bright where it's setting.

That was an interesting word choice. "'Appealing'? Are you worried he might appeal to me a little too much?" I ask blandly, though my mouth twitches.