"I don't owe you answers, Hya," Xanthippe informed him, in a brief Mean Girl drawl.

Then she just watched him for a moment, her head slightly tilted. And then she brought her own hands to the crown of his head, only just barely touching him with her fingertips. She kept up the same level of almost not-touching him as she slowly ran her fingers down his hair, then down to his shoulders.

She'd had his copy of the Trois Milles Joies for about six months, now. Two could play this game.