"Of course. And I never talk in my sleep," Alice agreed cheerfully. Since Alice sometimes had entire conversations while asleep, it wasn't even close to truth.
She laughed, making a show of giving Doyle a wink of conspiracy, where Frank could see, and then turning, pushing some of Frank's work carefully aside and scooting over so she was sitting directly in front of him instead, reaching to twirl his hair around on finger. "No one thinks you're barking. They just think you're ECCENTRIC," she argued. "You know, your wife is off of work and you're talking to a clock," Alice informed him, poking the toe of her shoe into his shin.