Cleo bit her lower lip as she took the papers from him. He was tripping and stumbling over his words as if they were an obstacle course. "You're more than welcome to look under any hoods you want." she told him, deliberately using his own words against him. He'd uttered them, that wasn't her fault after all. Moving to collect the a pen from the desk, she did that little ass shaking thing she was so good at. Eventually he'd break. Until then, she'd keep trying.