All right. She was definitely teasing him. Time to up the ante; two could play at that game. He crossed his arms as he leaned against the door jamb, levitating the trunk lazily to sit at the foot of the bed. "I'm not quite so naiive as you seem to think I am," he said, in Kazim's smooth, Arabic accents. "Merely doing my best to act like a gentleman, which," he added, with the air of stepping off a cliff onto a tightrope. "I must say you are making increasingly difficult."