[ her lip curls instinctively at david's name. she knows, intellectually, that he can't help that someone is cursed to love him, but she can't disconnect him from cassel anymore and just kind of wants to preemptively kick him in the nuts. but he's emma's dad and emma assured her that he'd keep it in his pants, so she's refrained from imparting some violent wisdom on him.

she switches the hand her cigarette is in, so his delicate sails should be fine, and holds up a finger. ]

One, I make so much sense it's traumatizing on a basic emotional level and two. [ another finger goes up and she twists her hand a little like she's flipping him off, english style. ] I can talk my way into anything.