I nodded with genuine synthetic sympathy.
I enjoyed watching good-looking idiots looking at each other. A great spectator sport.
you can’t use logic on human behavior.
Me, feeling. What a concept.
But of course, there's no rest for the wicked, which I certainly am; as I said, no rest for the wicked.
...she opened the door very slowly and carefully, half hiding behind it, as if badly frightened of what might be waiting for her on the other side. And considering that it was me waiting, this showed rare common sense.