[She thinks to tell him yes, she knows enough about him to count. What Octavia means to him, what motivates him, what he looks like when he comes, what he kisses like, how much truth is in his words when he says he doesn't care, what kind of a leader he is, which are some of his favourite stories, what he'd name his pets if he had them.
But instead, she shrugs one shoulder, leans the elbow of the hand he's holding in his against her knee, and leans towards him a little, just to hold his gaze.] Why not? You know almost everything about me, and you just rubbed my foot.
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But instead, she shrugs one shoulder, leans the elbow of the hand he's holding in his against her knee, and leans towards him a little, just to hold his gaze.] Why not? You know almost everything about me, and you just rubbed my foot.