You know if you're going to try and toss me off like that, you're going to lose every time. [ She almost wants to crane a foot out and poke him with her toe for that, but refrains. She's tortured the man's life enough by appearing in his bed and daring to be half naked when she did so, after all. Plus.. if he's here in the Quarantine she'd definitely run in to him again, so no need to go full hog right then and there. Curiosity, though, will keep her where she is, still giving him that expectant look as if she knows him enough to demand answers like that. ]

I may not technically be an Inspector, here, but it would take someone dense not to have seen that. [ But then he brings up the couch and an irritated grumble rolls up her throat before she can stop it. ]

And now you're changing the subject. Or, well, attempting to.