“You’re not going to make this easy for me, are you?” She asked at last, when her tongue finally recovered from the earlier abuse.
“No.” He said simply, sipping the steaming brew.
Eira blew on the surface of the cup. “Why?”
He perked a brow.
She sighed. “okay fine. Um, let’s see.”
Silence reigned for another moment or two and then he smiled.