He watched her like she was a stranger - and indeed she was, because the image he'd had of her didn't mesh so well with this cool, gutsy woman who lied her way into illegality and back out again.
Taking the pen from her hand, he shook his head. "Coming from you, that's almost a compliment," he smirked, but the facade only held so long and his grip on the pen was lax enough that he dropped it. Nothing felt as it was supposed to. Like floating on air.