"Clara, when I allowed you to stay the night, that's not what I had in mind…" Damien sighed heavily, rubbing his furrowed brows.
"But that's exactly what I was afraid of!" Clara exclaimed, no longer even trying to hush her voice, since Damien was already up anyway. "He comes back in the middle of the night, smelling off… Well, nothing, actually! It's clear he took a shower right before coming here, his hair is even still wet! Isn't it suspicious?"
"What's suspicious about that?" Lane scoffed, rolling his eyes. "I was dirty, so I wanted to wash up before bed."
"Dirty with what?"
"With dirt."
Clara raised her arms helplessly, her eyes so wide almost bulging out. Try to have a conversation with this guy!
"Dirt like what? Lipstick? Perfume? Other guy's cologne? Or maybe-"
"Clara," Damien interrupted her, his voice calm, but stern. "I told you to stop."
"But Damien!" Clara protested. "Can't you see that those are all the signs-"
