Fine. There's chemistry. I said it. Are you happy? Actually, don't answer that. I can already imagine your face. I like talking to you. I like when you challenge me. I like that little shift when we're joking and suddenly... we're not. And occasionally? I'm thinking exactly what you hope I'm thinking. No. You don't get to ask what I'm thinking. You've already gotten far too much information out of me. So enjoy this for about five minutes. Then we're never discussing it again. There. I admitted it. Don't be fucking insufferable about it. — Thalia Lux