CRAFTY DECEIT

Angel was in the middle of a yawn, when she heard a knock on the door.

She halted on her way to the bathroom, and turned to see the person at the other end of the door, walking through it.

"Ivar?" She called when he fully faced her.

"See? It's not that hard to call a person by their name," he said. And as soon as he did, he saw the hypocrisy in his words.

She allowed him to settle with the guilt of his hypocrisy for a few seconds, before she spoke again.

"What's up?" She asked.

"Nothing," he shrugged. "Did I wake you up?" He asked, picking his words carefully.

The mission he had been sent on was one he knew needed clever manipulative skills.

One he wasn't quite sure he possessed at the level it was needed.

"Nope. I was on my way to the bathroom. Did you want something?" She lifted a quizzical brow.

He started to walk towards her, and she quickly pushed out a hand to stop him.