*colouring even more* I don’t keep any secrets. *can’t /possibly/ say what she’s thinking* I’m an open book.
*grins wider* I can see something hiding underneath those eyes. Tell me.
*eyes widen* Oh! U-uh. I-I’m uh… not quite sure.
*swallows, sighs, glances away* This is that game again, isn’t it, Puck? Can you not?