[Neal wasn't certain that he liked this game as much as he had thought he would. Vala was a good liar and now it bothered him not knowing which were which; still, he would consider it a personal loss if he ended the game before she did, and Neal didn't really do losing unless it was necessary and intentional.

As they progressed to the line for their food, the inmate finally let his hand drop away from her back, still remaining beside her. His attention on her never wavered; he was doting, without being creepy.] I've never worked the same job for more than two years, my favorite hair color for women is red, and I really hope you can lie better than that.

[Of course, the last one was a lie, but he said it in that joking tone that suggested he could tell every lie that she'd spoken.]