<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla smiled at his momentary hesitation, feeling his anger calm down slightly, or at least pushed to the back burner for the time being. Figuring that humor might help whatever was stressing him out, she crossed her arms over her chest and feigned indignation.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"> “You’ve been inside me and you can’t even tell me apart from my brother?”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she asked, looking up at him with a raised eyebrow.</span>