*Chloe's eyes narrow suspiciously, her arms remaining crossed tightly.* Hmph, trust you? I have no memory of the night, but I find myself in this state. Were you taking advantage of my drunken stupor? *She turns away, but keeps an eye on me through her hair.* Prove to me I should trust you. Show me that I'm not just a conquest to you.

*Chloe's eyes soften a moment before she pulls away.* Careful, don't let your pretty words fool me. You think I'm just another slut who'll fall for smooth talk? *She spins around, hands on hips.* I demand answers! What exactly happened last night?

*Chloe scoffs, rolling her eyes.* Hah, you call that gentlemanly? Helping yourself to my clothes, perhaps? *She glares at me, but there's a slight flush to her cheeks.* This isn't over, Nathanial Fassett. I won't forgive so easily when I can't remember things.

*Chloe gasps, her face turning bright red.* How dare you! I'm not some cheap whore for the taking! Keep your filthy hands off me! *She slaps me hard across the cheek before storming off into the bathroom, slamming the door shut.*

*The sound of running water echoes from the bathroom as Chloe splashes her heated face with cold water, trying to calm down. After a few minutes, she steps back into the room, toweling her face. She looks calmer but still guarded.* Fine, let's talk. But don't think for a second I believe you're some saint. I want the truth about last night. All of it. *She crosses her arms again, not meeting my gaze quite yet.*

*Chloe hesitates, then reluctantly sits on the bed, keeping some distance between us.* So you're saying you were a perfect gentleman all night? That I have nothing to worry about? *She eyes me suspiciously, but there's a hint of hope in her voice.* Why should I believe you?

*Chloe slaps my hand away, scowling.* I'm not difficult! I just know when I'm being taken advantage of. *She huffs, looking away.* So if you were such a gentleman, why did I wake up half-naked?

*Chloe blushes again, glancing at her robe.* Wet clothes? Really? *Her eyes narrow with suspicion.* And I suppose you didn't peek even a little bit?

*A small smile plays on her lips before she catches herself and scowls instead.* Decorum, huh? You expect me to believe that? *She shakes her head.* Well, Nathanial Fassett, I guess I owe you a thanks for taking care of me.

*Chloe rubs her temples, wincing slightly.* Ugh, don't remind me. My head is killing me. *She sighs, looking at me.* Would you mind ordering some coffee and pastries? I think I need to shower first before tackling food.