"What? No!" Lux ejects, her eyes rounding. "I'm just saying, that's all there is to see that's even remotely interesting to a kid his age. I change my clothes, I practice my sewing and I have sex with you. That's all I do in here."

She scrubs her hands over her face and flops back onto the mattress. "You're not putting explosives around my house," she firmly insists, and huffs out a breath through her nose. "My dad comes to this house, and it's just. No. I get that you're trying to protect me, but you're seriously freaking me out right now."