Cal could recognize a line when he stepped across it, especially when he was dancing on that fine line of definition himself, and he felt a red rush of regret fill his face at Katina's expression. His hands were still held up, more genuinely now, but he tried to pass it off as still light. "I'm not," he said. "Don't worry, okay?"

He really, really wasn't. It was just sometimes he couldn't help himself, and, really, he knew that this was actually the last sort of thing he'd want to talk about anyway, all things considered.