The corner of Mor's lip twitched up, and she carefully tried to will it back into her usual neutrality. When they were courting, and for much of the time when they'd been engaged, she'd had a private game she played, and she had never been sure that Brooks knew she was playing it. Mor wasn't a very expressive person, but when she was around Brooks, she veered closer to it than usual — and sometimes she'd wanted him to know that she was smiling, but that she only wanted him to see it.

It was cruel, now, to play that game. It was cruel enough to step in on him, but she had never once actually tried to stop herself from doing so. "Probably not," Mor said, tilting her head up at him. She tapped one of her rings against the glass she was holding, creating a brief tinny sound. "But you would make me work more for it."