[She sits, primly, on the edge of the couch, feeling a little awkward about the fact that he's chosen the floor. Should she also sit on the floor? Is it rude to sit on the couch when one's host sits on the floor? Or would it be rude to sit on the floor? Her thumb taps nervously against the palm of her other hand as she folds both hands in her lap.

She's not at all expecting Vander to outright ask her that. Her head shoots up, her eyes wide.]

How did you-- [How did he know? Has she made it that obvious?] We aren't involved, exactly. She's-- My feelings for her are-- [She's never said this to anybody, not even to Vi. Vi knows, though. She must. She knew exactly when Caitlyn had meant when she'd asked 'What about us?' that night in the rain.] I do have romantic feelings for her, yes.