Her stride remained casual. Forced casual. To her credit (again) she didn't drag out his sordid past of being left by Drusilla. Left behind. Dumped. As earlier indicated, she wasn't interested in hurting him. Only in protecting her own heart.

"Uhm." Another step. A wide gesture with her arms. "You, too, I mean. You've been 'round a few times. It's almost laughable the amount of times we've had this conversation. Well. Not this exact conversation. You never came by the house too often. Bones didn't like it..."

Oh no. Prattling.