Ian folded the magazine smoothly and placed it aside before meeting her gaze. "I changed my mind."
That confused Maia even further. "Why?"
Ian sighed heavily as though talking to her was draining his life force and then he pointed toward a display cabinet near the wall. She followed the gesture of his finger to a noticeable space between several decorative porcelain vases.
"Do you see that?"
Of course, she saw the gap. She had eyes and they functioned effectively. But how was that related to the topic at hand?
When she didn't reply and just stared at the cabinet, Ian retracted his hand to his thigh and continued plainly, "Two of my vases used to be just right there until you smashed them last night."
Her head snapped towards him, eyes blinking rapidly. "I– I smashed your vases?"
"Yes, you did. Violently."
