"I see," Liam said at last, after a brief silence in which he seemed to sort through his thoughts with quiet precision. "I understand what you're trying to imply… and honestly, you might not be wrong."
That response alone was enough to catch Sheila off guard.
Her head tilted slightly, a faint crease forming between her brows as she studied him more closely. That wasn't the reaction she had been expecting, not from him.
"…You're agreeing with me?" she asked, her tone edged with cautious disbelief.
Liam didn't respond immediately.
Instead, he shifted his gaze slightly, not avoiding her, but no longer looking directly at her either, as if the explanation he was about to give required him to look beyond the surface of the conversation.
"You're saying what you're saying," he continued calmly, "because you're one of the few people who actually understands how I operate within a group."
Sheila didn't interrupt.
She simply watched him, her attention sharpening.
