"There is," X confirms with a smile. "It involves a wizened old woman taking advantage of an ignorant young man who'd never had tea before. But -- it's not what you asked me here to talk about, is it? I'm sorry."

He can't see Devin's face, but he wouldn't need to see any expression to know the turmoil underneath Devin's thoughts. He swallows, choosing his next words carefully. "Not at first," X admits. "I think you were so eager to believe no feelings existed that I had no idea they were yours. Time has helped. So has meditation."

So did the knowledge both X's husband and wife would only laugh if they ever heard what happened.

"Does that phrasing mean you've sorted it out for yourself now?" X asks the back of Devin's head.