"You are so terrified by me. The simple fact that you have to reassure yourself that you're not terrified by me acknowledges your guilt. You're terrified because I am crazy and I do bad things and tempt you to do bad things. And you're terrified because you want to do them," she said casually.
Luna did that occasionally. She went on little psychological analysis' and rants. She either talked too much or not enough. It was something she had quickly gotten over, but many people didn't. She also tended to say all the wrong things, whether wrong in general or things that simply weren't meant to be said aloud at that moment in time. Or possibly ever.
Luna closed the door behind her and turned her back on him, walking away. She just assumed he'd follow and she wasn't very worried about it. He was here after all.
She settled back on her bed, cross legged and cradling her laptop on her knees. Her fingers moved quickly for a minute reading a comment before she sighed frustrated and shut the top down decisively.
"My dad's mad that I'm naked, like I can help it," she said rolling her eyes in the way a sexually awakened daughter rolls her eyes when her father gives her the birds and bees talk.
Luna made another face at the computer, as if that was her greatest concern, not that Billy was standing in her room while she sat there butt naked. It was like she hadn't even noticed.