[This isn't the first knowing look Paul has been on the other end of in his life. It cuts through his intoxication like pruning shears, and he drops her hand from his loose hold.
He knows a dozen ways to feint his way out of this, if he wanted to. He could look surprised, or indulgent, or amused. He could offer flat denial or a joke. They're all just within his reach, as long as he acts quickly.
Paul tilts his head, thoughtfully. He lets the moments of action flow over and past him.]
I don't know.
[And he smiles, small and slanted and easy.]
Is this how you're avoiding talking about the stew?
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He knows a dozen ways to feint his way out of this, if he wanted to. He could look surprised, or indulgent, or amused. He could offer flat denial or a joke. They're all just within his reach, as long as he acts quickly.
Paul tilts his head, thoughtfully. He lets the moments of action flow over and past him.]
I don't know.
[And he smiles, small and slanted and easy.]
Is this how you're avoiding talking about the stew?