"Far be it from me to judge," she started wryly -- fully engaging in the hypocrisy of decrying judgement while full knowing just how often she did it -- and dragged a hand over her tightly-braided hair. "But it's not really the sorta thing you should be working on alone, don't you think?"

Maybe she was daring him to tell her otherwise. To demand she leave. To prove her wrong, one last time, and let her walk away and leave her paltry sweet offerings behind. Hell, it looked as though the card deck had never even been unsealed.