Her response comes in the form of a smile, small but knowing, and she leans close to press the tip of her nose to his. In direct contrast to Elvis, Anabelle has never been sparse with words, rarely hesitant to say that which is on her mind, but as with anything, there are exceptions. Some things she would rather not talk about, other she simply can't, and then there are those she would like to, if only she could get the words right. Ultimately, she's trailed down that road most traveled, allowing the words to tumble from her lips as they will, come what may as a result. Never has she stood to lose more than with Elvis, but he let her know in one grand, sweeping gesture she would have undoubtedly appreciated all the more were it not for the circumstances.

What strikes as odd and forms the crease in Anabelle's brow is that in this moment it does not feel like a gesture returned. If she didn't know better, she would think that she caught him off guard, completely surprised him, but that would be senseless. After all, why else would she have come? Convincing herself that she is only being paranoid, she says, "That's right, you haven't said it! Don't think just 'cause you painted it on the side of your house you're off the hook, now."