[ her own gaze is warm but it's more filled with mirth rather then invitation. ]
I see. I'm afraid I'm rather in agreement. There's barely a thing to ponder in your case although...
[ she paused, giving this new idea great thought before speaking again, in full (playful) seriousness. ] Perhaps there lies our mystery. After all, a man with nothing to hide must, by default, be hiding something. Or at least so it would seem.