She did not pull away from him.
In fact, the small private corner of her mouth, the small private corner that did not, by her own honest estimate, like to be caught performing emotion without her permission, performed a small involuntary smile.
She remembered, in the next slow, uncomfortable second, what she had been asking him.
"You are avoiding answering me," she said. "How are we in the bedroom? We were in the car. And I do not remember coming out of the car and walking to this room."
Cassian looked at the ceiling instead of at her, with the small, patient, unhurried expression of a man listening to a question he had decided some considerable time ago that he was not going to answer in the form the question had been put.
