"It's tails. It must be tails..."
[ Her tone, firm at first, trailed into a worried whisper. ]
"...isn't it?"
[ She watched him as he looked beneath his hand, infuriatingly emotionless. ]
"Oh, come on. Don't amuse yourself too long watching the control freak get freaked out."
We lock eyes.
That dangerous, breathless pause β kiss or restraint.
βA coin?β Klaus murmurs, amused.
βHeads, we make out. Tails, we behave.β
He flips it smoothly into the air, never breaking eye contact.
βCall it,β he says softly.