Well, so much for her joke angle. Angelina let her eyes slide closed in frustration with herself (and the situation in general), before steeling herself for the conversation that was likely to follow.
"Fred," she said softly, sitting up fully now as she watched him gather up his clothes. Her fingers curled into the sheets she still held against her chest. "I didn't mean-" Another sigh. "I didn't mean because it was you. I wouldn't want her to see me in bed with anyone."