Of course she wouldn't let him get away with suggesting bed, and he'd known that before he even tried it. There seemed to be no getting out of this... or at least he thought so for a moment, until she perched in his lap. Not the ideal position if he'd guessed correctly that her purpose tonight was to end their affair. He was evidently surprised, but took the opportunity to wrap his free arm around her and let his fingertips trail over the top of her thigh.

She asked if she looked different, and Oz's brow furrowed. To be honest he wasn't sure he would notice if she had, since he'd seen her so infrequently recently and he'd always had at least ten things on his mind any time they were together. But had something happened? Was that what she wanted to talk about, some misfortune that had befallen her? He preferred that to his first thought, but it didn't really fit with the clues she'd given him so far. Nothing she'd done, something that affected both of them... If this was something else like what had happened to her daughter this summer, there would have been no reason to share it with him except to get sympathy. What could happen in her life that affected him, really?

And then she mentioned spotlights and he again worried that this was heading towards a break. "I thought you liked spotlights," he teased, unable to avoid the joke though he knew full well what she was talking about. "But no, I don't think it does," he lied. "Maybe for a few weeks, until it's no longer the most recent thing to talk about and everyone's interests shift somewhere else. There are only so many variations Witch Weekly can write on Ozymandias Dempsey and the Curse of Childlessness. They'll get bored and move on."

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