<strong>"Oh, good,"</strong>she says.<strong>"I mean, uhm, good that you got everything squared away.  Not the...uhm..."</strong><br/><br/>She leans back in her chair, pinches the bridge of her nose, and sighs.<br/><br/><strong>"Junior is fucking complicated and just now I'd like things to get a bit less complicated, you know? Killjoys. Getting married because Door says so. That damned son of a <em>salawa</em> getting to hang out in your apartment...okay, that last isn't really such a problem. You're not into him, I know. I trust you. But still..."</strong>She runs a hand through her hair, making herself look a bit disheveled.<strong>"And unfortunately the girls keep asking me for hints."</strong><br/><br/>She finally looks at you, a sad and affectionate little half-smile.<br/><br/><strong>"Apparently they're developing a collective crush on you. Probably the strong protective aura thing."</strong>