Charlette stared up at him with a soft smile on her lips, for a few seconds. But then that smile faded just a bit, and as if she could maybe somehow read his thoughts.... An out-of-the-blue question. "Paul, am I too pesty? Do you not... like me?" It was as if she'd been thinking about this, maybe as he'd slept, because she certainly had not mentioned anything like this previously.<br/><br/>Then she shook her head a bit. "...Ha... silly me... sorry... you just opened your eyes. I should give you some time to wake up before asking questions like that. I'll... I'll make some coffee." She had the slightest blush on her cheeks as she quickly moved from the bed, like a little kid in trouble for something, sort of scurrying out of the room.