She shoved at him. “What do you think? I /know/ these things, and I tell you, none of it. It was as if he expected — ” She flourished a hand, “this.” She frowned and started nibbling on a fingernail. “I wonder why?”
Mordred arched a brow. “To find you in bed with me or to find you in bed with someone? I’m so confused,” he mutters.
“To find us together,” she clarified. Getting up on her knees, she stretched out and snagged his shirt, piling it on his head. “There will be no answers here. Help me to dress? Maybe there will be answers at dinner.”