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Evey watched him. Or rather, she made surreptitious glances at him out of the corner of her eye from time to time. They had sat down about an hour ago to watch a movie together called 'Dances With Wolves'. After the first half hour, she lost interest in the film and turned her focus over to the mysterious man next to her.

I don't know a thing about him, Evey thought. I've been living here with him for a month and a half and I hardly know him at all. I don't know where he's from. I don't know when his birthday is. I don't even know what his real name is! She frowned lightly, glancing over at him once more. By the slightest tilt of his head, she could tell that he was looking back at her. She snapped her head back to stare intently at the screen. For several moments, she sat as still as she could manage, hardly breathing for fear he might notice anything out of the ordinary.

I wonder what his favorite food is or his favorite song. Evey smiled softly, I could guess. Not the title, no, but definitely the tune. She would catch him humming it every once in a while when he was cooking or examining his paintings. She had never heard him sing, but if his words sung sounded anything like his words spoken, she knew that she would fall instantly in love with his song.

Her eyes wandered over to him once more, praying he wouldn't notice.

"Evey?"

She turned her head completely to look at him fully, feigning innocence. "Yes?"

"Is something the matter, my dear?" Ah, that voice, as if he were already singing her a lullaby. It made her skin tingle.

"No, I'm fine," she sighed, smiling. "What would make you think something was wrong?"

V tilted his head, quite obviously regarding her, a smile palpable in his voice. "Mmn, well it may be the manner in which you glance my way every few moments," he paused, noting how she squirmed at his assertion. "Or perhaps that you are pouting."

Evey's frown deepened as she looked at him and she quickly turned her face back to look at the telly. A deep shade of pink colored her cheeks as she fussed with the hem of her skirt. "You don't miss a thing do you?" She asked, a touch of aggravation in her voice. He'd caught her.

"The power of accurate observation is commonly called cynicism by those who have not got it."

She smiled at this but didn't reply.

A moment of silence passed between them. V had expected an answer, but when he saw that it wasn't coming without further prying, he asked, "What is troubling you, Evey?"

"I-" she paused, looking down from the screen and back at him for a moment, quickly adverting her eyes again as she finished. "I'm cold."

V sat there and gazed at her for a long moment. What thoughts or expressions were hidden by that mask, Evey couldn't say, but when he stood and left the room, she was sure that she had somehow upset him.

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'Dances With Wolves' - Disclaimer applies

'The power of accurate observation is commonly called cynicism by those who have not got it.' George Bernard Shaw