Just a little. [Try very. She clears her throat, and flips the water on, filling the kettle up.] As I've said before you, the other you, tends to call me a whore whenever it suits his needs.

[She quickly looks over her shoulder at him.] And not those sort of needs.

We've never done anything.

[She picks the kettle back up and moves back to the stove, glad he can't really see her face or the blush that's creeping across her cheeks. She never blushes and yet here she was, blushing. Damn him.]

Was it now?