[It is kind of nice to hear, actually... Konoha likes to think she would have found it in herself not to be offended by being lied to, on account of there probably being a good enough reason... but she did so dislike it, lying... Even in times when she'd decided not to tell someone the truth the only way she'd ever managed it was by not saying anything related to it at all, or else she'd ruin it...

But it was still somehow a bit nice, that he really was the captain of a ship. Makes her feel a bit less like a fool than if he'd completely made something up and she just went around believing it all this time.

Honestly, she almost misses the slip. She's warm, she's deliciously full, for the moment she's sated and that makes her a bit tired... But he's so close, their heartbeats entwined, her fingers dancing absently along his hairline that... She picks up on something. Unsure, her own smile weakens as his intentionally grows.]

Well, don't be cross with Alina... She probably just didn't realize I didn't know... and that night was strange all over...

[Even if she misinterprets that something... which reminds her of another something she needs to check on...]

Ah... Do I need to thank her for borrowing you... ?

[And even if... Wait, is that how she conceptualizes it?]