[anna does not notice, or does not understand, or gives him the grace of his own emotions. it's hard to tell which one it is and she's not about to give it up. it probably doesn't matter, in the end, because she's drunk and will have problems remembering this in the morning. instead, she shakes her head and fixes him with a smile, keeping her tone casual.]

Don't worry about it. I'm the one who brought it up. Could talk about something a little lower impact, like makeouts again. I'm definitely planning on being gross in public a little later tonight. [no shame in admitting that, huh, anna? there's the urge to look behind her to see where kainé ended up, but paul's just got too much of her attention right now.] Sorry, can't hold back once my girlfriend gets involved.