"Well, now that you mention it, quite a while." Lucy looked taken aback by his statement. Cobra continued, "but only because every single damn day something seems to remind you of it. A bit hard to avoid when it's constantly shoved in my face."
"I'm not–"
"But you have, whether or not you've been aware of it every time, you have." He looked at her with his single eye while her two round, wavering ones glistened even more. "Don't try and deny it, Lucy."
Echoing her own words caused her to take a shaky breath. Cobra didn't give her room to steady herself as he continued. "Truthfully, I find yours, yours and the demon's that is, actions far more audacious. You've been using me all week to keep tabs on all sorts of people who come through, who they like, how their relationships have been going, the works. No one ever has a problem with it when it comes to other people, but turn it back around on them? Do the same thing you've been doing but with your own mind?" He chidingly tsked. "No that goes too far, that just won't do. No privacy for anyone but yourself, is that right?"
"You didn't have a problem with it either."
"Right, but I'm a criminal bastard, so I don't have a problem doing a lot of things. I thought at least one of us was supposed to have standards."
Lucy's nails dug into her hands, perhaps to stop the tears in her eyes from leaking out. "Call me a hypocrite if you'd like, at least I try and help when I can. When have you ever done that for someone else willingly?" Her eyes narrowed, the shimmering tears barely contained within the bottom of the eyelids. "This past week, were you only doing it so that you could listen when I let my guard down?"