"Maybe that's good..." Lyra said, watching Rosario's hands spell out her feelings in a way words just couldn't. "Maybe if he does ask again, play kinda dumb. Maybe don't tell him we found his old photos in the paper..." She gnawed on her lip, afraid of what he might do. Afraid of how he might strip off his glamour and grow extra knuckles and grab them both with his creepy hands and drag them... somewhere.