"Do I have something in my teeth?" Lizzie's sudden question awoke Dylan from his thoughts. He guessed he was a bit tired – he hadn't slept a lot with their new case, he hadn't eaten well and it was late.
Still, none of those had been the reason he had been so caught up in his own mind Lizzie had to repeat her question twice, when she had notices Dylan staring at her with what she guessed was his version of a grin.
"So, Professor Psychopath, do I or don't I have something in my teeth?" She asked, teasing him a little bit.
"No. that's not what I was thinking about." Dylan leaned back in his chair, crossed his hands over his abdomen and stared at the ceiling. "I was thinking how you reacted when I introduced Andy as my husband."
Lizzie smiled a little, sighing. She guessed she could see where he was coming – especially after having met his father, a man who wanted his son to be his perfect copy.
"Do you sleep with married people? Underage? Do you have kinks that could get someone else killed?" Lizzie shrugged, going through her documents like it was nothing. "Unless it's illegal – I don't care what you do. I mean, it's not who you sleep with at night that makes good at solving cases!"
Dylan chuckled, and without adding anything to the conversation, he came back to study the case-file.
After all, what else he could say? She had told everything – more than enough.
And it was just perfect.