[ Either she's too dim to get it or too bright to want to. ]

N...o... You didn't say that. I'm pretty sure you said it was an accident. [ All banter aside, she's past the point of suspicion with this guy: if he wanted her dead or maimed, she would be.

Her hair, on the other hand, is an entirely separate story, and her closed fingers are unclosing, reaching up instinctively for one particular lock. ] Um. Good job, though. That was... nice! For awhile. [ OUCH

it's not meant to sound harsh but... ]