[When she takes his meaning, Fifi goes very still, all at once: her rag, mid-swipe on the desk, her eyes down.

Then she turns to face him in her delicate, trained-dancer way-- and he's smiling, but Bastien doesn't always mean it when he smiles-- she watches him, measured, with the air of a rabbit frozen in a predator's sight: quite tellingly, she does not immediately smile back. She's only good at lying when she isn't already caught.]