My Advice? Don't

"That's different! We're both women. Women call each other beautiful all the time! I've never once heard you call anyone beautiful other than me. Even Avery," Vanessa said, unwilling to let this go. 

Angelo rolled his eyes. "Yeah, because that would be gross. Do guys normally go around calling their sisters beautiful?" 

"But you do think she's pretty, don't you?"

"It's not like I think she's ugly but she's definitely not my type. What's with this weird line of questioning? You can't possibly think I'd be interested in someone I was raised with."

"No, but I'm starting to think you're interested in me, even if you won't admit it," Vanessa said as she eyed him shrewdly.

Angelo began to panic. Had she seriously seen through him because of one little slipup? He couldn't go there. Even if he wasn't currently trying to overthrow the secret dictator of this country. If he screwed things up, there would be no going back to how it was.