[Still not an excuse for asking the beginning, but he has a point. She almost says, 'I don't like lying', but doesn't. (It's true, though, and she has yet to tell him a proper lie. Letting him know that, however, may not be in anyone's best interest.) Feeling as though she needs something to keep her hands busy, she begins to reach for her glass, stops just when her fingers are about to raise past the top of the table, then folds her hands together again instead. They're trembling too much. It wouldn't do to let him see that.]
Con you?
[There's the faintest hint of tension in her brow, though it could be interpreted as confusion rather than the distress it is. There's actually a hint of sadness somewhere around her mouth, but she holds it together well; it... really doesn't sit well, having to play this game, to tell the truth.]
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Con you?
[There's the faintest hint of tension in her brow, though it could be interpreted as confusion rather than the distress it is. There's actually a hint of sadness somewhere around her mouth, but she holds it together well; it... really doesn't sit well, having to play this game, to tell the truth.]
Weren't those straightforward questions?