Re: TWD, Cell: Shane and Clem (+ Graham)
Clem was born with a silver spoon in her mouth that was so damn silver it was toxic. She had multiple nannies and her own maids, and she grew up in a house where the whole world catered to her. She wasn't allowed to cry, and she got anything she wanted just by asking. Violence wasn't something she knew, and it had got her into trouble when the Murphys went violent; she didn't have a real practical understanding of what headgames could do. Almost. She almost didn't. There was that incident when she was in high school, but that was near a lifetime ago, when Lorelei was still living and life was all roses without thorns.
She gave him a look when he talked, confusion writ real plain on her face as she let the pants fall right on back to the pile. The shirt, that she tossed on Graham's cot, along with her discarded heels. "You're telling me who I can and can't be naked around? If you're going to go talking to me about that, then I deserve to know what your problem with me is. For the record, I haven't done a thing with Graham. But if I was inclined, you telling me to stop wouldn't do a whole lot of dissuading."