Aubrey glanced up, squinting at her and shaking his head. No, sorry, he didn't catch that. He'd been too busy looking at his arm to read her lips. Nonetheless, he understood her expression, pretty much. So instead of answering the question that he didn't get, he asked another question. You don't hate me for it, do you? Like he'd been wanting to ask her that since he'd done it but he'd been too concerned about the answer he'd receive.