Damn, a question like that forces her to break her ruse entirely - for what else can she do? - but oh, oh she will remember that look on Jonathan's face for another time! The restraint in the tension on Jonathan's face does not go unnoticed; perhaps this is a sign of a sin to draw out later in a more apt environment.

Alas, the tread through hell is easier-made with two.

Cathy shakes her head with a quiet sigh. "Can't say I do know; I was hoping to get some answers out of you, even." Sweeping another glance around the room, she takes a seat on Jonathan's nightstand, crossing her legs as she meets his eyes once more. "Feels like we've been ripped straight into an old horror movie. Or maybe this is Hell."