Kafka let out a soft sigh, shaking his head as if the entire exchange had bored him. He rocked himself on the chair, crossing his arms lazily.
"You know." He began, his tone lighter but still laced with an undercurrent of authority. "I really can't be bothered to keep talking about this." He paused, letting his words linger before continuing with a sly grin. "But in case you misunderstood what you walked in on…"
Nina's husband stiffened, his eyes narrowing in wary anticipation.
"I was simply blowing something out of Nina's eye and not anything else." Kafka said casually, his expression completely composed as though the explanation were the most natural thing in the world.
