He frowns when she doesn't answer his question, squinting at her and her stupid cocoa mug. Why does she have to make things difficult? When she points behind him, he's pretty sure she's tricking him, right up until he hears Matilda shuffling around in the door.

He turns in time to see her hands, and he lurches back a step, reaching up to grab her wrists. Very firmly. And hold her right there in place.

"What are you doing."