"No," Veronica replies as she eyes the space on the bed where Cougar's just had his hand, wondering whether her answer is one he'll consider correct or not. They've argued about things like this before, about her being too naive for her own good. She's pretty fucking firm on the idea that not being willing to kill people doesn't make her naive.

After a moment of reluctance, she walks back to the bed and sits down. "We're supposed to be talking about you, too," she points out, eyebrows arched knowingly.