Perfectly logical maybe but Zoe wanted to hear it from him. She didn't know why, she knew who he was, not what (even though she knew that too) but who. And he was a playboy who loved sex and attention and she couldn't give him one ever and the other she couldn't give him the last few weeks. Maybe a sadistic part of her wanted to be wrong, maybe he didn't do what he was implying he did. But she knew he did. The look on her face was the look a puppy would have if you were stepping on its head with your boot. But still. She wanted him to be the one to deliver the crushing blow, not her own thoughts that were running wild, "And....?"