That catches his interest. Who managed to dupe her? And dupe her with what?
Moreover, why is she telling him this? Hero types so rarely admit to having been had. So why would she? She could have just sat there smugly and agreed with him. Instead, she chose to show him a tiny bit of weakness. Why?
To make him underestimate her, perhaps. Though the steadiness with which she meets his gaze suggests that that's not the game she's playing here. And he can't quite allow himself to believe that she might be trying to forge any sort of actual connection with him. Which leaves her motivations a mystery. Fascinating.
Equally of interest: the way her phrasing suggests that there is a chance that this—her and him, the probation, this whole ridiculous circus—actually might work. If this is going to work, after all, means that she thinks that's a possibility.
The last person who honestly thought that about him was Dr. Quinzel.
"You're putting me in a tricky spot," he muses, leaning back in his chair and steepling his fingertips. "You see, if I say yes, you'll think me disingenuous. And if I say no, you'll write me off as hopeless. Like I said: you're very clever."
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Moreover, why is she telling him this? Hero types so rarely admit to having been had. So why would she? She could have just sat there smugly and agreed with him. Instead, she chose to show him a tiny bit of weakness. Why?
To make him underestimate her, perhaps. Though the steadiness with which she meets his gaze suggests that that's not the game she's playing here. And he can't quite allow himself to believe that she might be trying to forge any sort of actual connection with him. Which leaves her motivations a mystery. Fascinating.
Equally of interest: the way her phrasing suggests that there is a chance that this—her and him, the probation, this whole ridiculous circus—actually might work. If this is going to work, after all, means that she thinks that's a possibility.
The last person who honestly thought that about him was Dr. Quinzel.
"You're putting me in a tricky spot," he muses, leaning back in his chair and steepling his fingertips. "You see, if I say yes, you'll think me disingenuous. And if I say no, you'll write me off as hopeless. Like I said: you're very clever."