Dream and Lisbeth
Lisbeth considered Dream's words for a moment. "No, I don't suppose I have," she admitted. "They likely wouldn't keep popping up if I had." Not that she would admit that to many people. She wouldn't admit it to family, and she had few close friends -- Mikael Blomkvist was likely the only person she considered a close friend.
Holger Palmgren would have known better than Blomkvist. Palmgren had been the only one Lisbeth had opened up to, really.
Now there was Dream, and Lisbeth wasn't sure what had compelled her to open up even slightly to the Endless.
Yes, she was curious. Curious because she hadn't anticipated opening up to anyone tonight. She hadn't anticipated anything, really. Not tonight. Except a few drinks and perhaps getting laid at the end of the night. But she had met someone interesting and couldn't help being interested or curious.