She's not sure what she meant by the question or where it came from, but she doesn't expect the answer. Perhaps she should have.

"I see."

The woman in her wants to pull away. To get up and fold her arms across her chest and demand that he leave. The demon in her wants to finally sink fangs into his throat and leave a visible mark on him, let that 'someone' deal with that. Caught between the two, she simply releases his wrists and clasps her hands in her lap.

"Someone you work with," she surmises. "Which was why you didn't want to show me your office."