"No!" she said quickly, blinking rapidly. "I wasn't trying to suggest that you were...I mean, I didn't tell you because I wanted you to stop and..."

Well. She'd gone and made things good and uncomfortable, hadn't she? Just like she'd been afraid. But that was her luck, of course. Somehow, she existed in Murphy's Universe. If the worse could happen, it usually happened to Fatima Merali.

Except when it came to footwear, of course. She was still goddess supreme in the shoe department.

She put a hand on his chest. "You couldn't push me, even if you wanted to, Matt," she said. No one pushed her. "I just...needed you to know that before..."