"Interesting? That I'd want you to have such support? That's just how I am, I confess."

In the space between them speaking and their eyes opening, Fever's adopted the attitude she needs to try and carry this off. An ease in the shoulders, hands holding the coffee in a secure but not strangling fashion, a calm and steady tone. Deceit is a matter of performing the correct way for the correct person. Make yourself trustworthy. Say what they need to hear from you.

Even if that look makes her wish she could invent a problem that needs her attention so that she could slip away to move from it. Let her sink back into the shadows, redirect the light. Let her prolong this connection by doing so. It's for their sake, not hers.

"Or does it just surprise you that a stranger might agree with them and what they've thought of you?"