"That's it?" she asked with obvious confusion about such a simple condition.
"Oh, and by the way," Noah added with growing mischief.
"None of those games of playing with words. Like saying 'Noah' instead of 'I' because I used the letter 'I' in the sentence. I want to hear you specifically say those exact words."
Can't let her wiggle out through clever interpretation. I know how her mind works.
Lola's mouth fell open as she realised he'd anticipated and preemptively blocked her most obvious escape route. Her usual arsenal of verbal trickery had been neutralised before she could even deploy it.
"You..." she sputtered, pointing an accusatory finger at him. "That's too much!"
"Is it?" Noah replied with innocent eyes that fooled absolutely nobody.
Lola crossed her arms and glared at him with indignation. She'd been outmanoeuvred by an amateur at her own game.
"This is emotional blackmail," she declared with wounded dignity.
