Lisa's POV
There was something about him today, Ivar would never keep me quiet the way he did just now, and I was finding it extremely uncomfortable to be around, it must be mind games, and he was trying to spark an effect. I went on my toes, and I hopped around, waving my hands above my head.
"Did Noah piss you off?" I asked, and I stopped him, his eyes rolled skyward again, and he pressed his forehead with his index fingers as though he was trying to curtail frustration.
"Speak to me at least... What's wrong? You don't want me to come? Is it because you don't want me to meet your family? Did you do anything to Henry you don't want to tell me about?" I asked, only this time I don't go on waving my hands and trying to cheerfully find out what's wrong.
It was starting to hurt.