"I told him you stripped me naked and tied me up," she said with a wicked grin. "I told him you were a psycho I run into and that you would be keeping an eye on me."
She pushed away the table she was drawing on, crossing one bright orange clad leg over the other, resting her elbow on her knee and her chin in her hand. "He knows who I am, Dexter, what I've done. He knows I'm a murder, I'm a thief. I have never kept anything from him and never will...except the fact you stripped me naked and wrapped me in plastic because that's just kinky and would have destroyed the City."