Fiona felt cold ice on her veins. Her mind was slowly trying to piece together what the other man was saying. What Rory was claiming, as she kept her arms crossed and just looked at him. She was frozen, locked into place as her nostrils flared every so slightly. "What- what are you saying?" she asked after a moment. He couldn't mean that he'd... tricked Bast into liking her, had he? Or that he'd tricked her? No. Rory was messed up when it came to romance, but he wasn't a mess enough to do something like that. And the fact that Rory claimed not to have been in control was laughable, it was one of the terms she'd had used to describe him to a stranger. Rory: in control of everything. At all times. In particular, how he felt.