Teagan buried her face in her shoulder, not saying anything right away. She was still mad at him and he had to still know that, but she'd forgiven him when she showed up and he didn't push her away. He'd hugged her back then, too, showing her at least something. She was never sure what it meant, but it always meant something at least to her. After hugging him for a few moments in silence, letting the fact he was there and hugging her - rather than pushing her away or something - wash over her, she pulled back, looking up at him. She still didn't let go completely, but she wanted to see his face when she spoke.
She didn't believe him, honestly, but right now it didn't matter. It honestly was just another good reason she hadn't fallen into bed with him before. Which she hated. "For now," she agreed vaguely with a nod. Without a smile on a face, she asked, "Strange question, but do I smell the same? Or maybe is 'my scent' have the same meaning to you?"