Rory’s eyes narrowed. “How do you know I’m lying to you?” he asked suspiciously. “They’re feelings, Ben. I know them; you don’t. It’s as simple as that. If you don’t believe me, that’s your own issue.” Ben’s conviction though... that was a little strange. Why was he so sure that he could tell when Rory was lying? So sure that he would phrase it in that exact manner? Sure, Rory hadn’t been as subtle as he could’ve been, mostly because he’d been caught so off-guard, but there was no way that Ben should be this convinced unless he had hard proof.
“I will tell her,” Rory returned. “That’s fair.” The difference is, when she asks me who it is, she just might have the common decency not to badger me about it. Rory thought vindictively.