"Uh huh," said Dora, giving him a look that was entirely faked, but fun anyhow. "I don't believe you. And I'll tell you my fantasy if you tell me yours. But you do know you can ask me anything, right?" she added. "And the likelihood that I'll answer is pretty good."
Raising an eyebrow at his snort, she let out a soft laugh. "What, you don't believe me? No one would ever believe that this is what we're up to, so really, stop worrying. I promise it's totally all right."
He looked nervous for some ungodly reason, and she eyed him closely. "You're advocating conformism," she corrected him. "When you say things like that, at least. But I don't think you conform much at all. Less than you think you do, at any rate. Enough to keep off the radar, but you're still your own person, which is important. S'what I like most about you, I think. Besides your devilishly good looks and your patience, putting up with me and all, of course."