"Well what's more dangerous," Katie mused, sipping at her drink, "Is when they're pretending to be nice and you've no idea." Was he going along with this in the same way she was, or was she imagining it? She was pretty sure she wasn't. Raising an eyebrow, she said, "Well everyone has secrets. Though I'd like to think you really are the good twin and not just..." How did she phrase this? "A bad twin trying to pretend to be a good twin, to find out if I'm a good twin or not." She laughed. "If that even makes sense."