"So," I said as you packed up and got ready to leave, too. I was able to tell just by looking at your facial expression that our session was your last of the day, and you were looking forward to a nice bath at home. "I finally know your name."

"Did it live up to your expectations?" You quipped.

"Half of it. You look like a y/n." My gaze briefly touched your mouth and your skin flushed yet again.

"Ah, but the DuBois threw you off."

"You could say that." I threw a careless grin your way and your reaction pretty much amused me deep down. "However, I have to commend you on archiving that I thought was impossible."

"What's that?"

"Making me like someone with the last name DuBois."

You rolled your eyes but I could easily tell how you fought an exasperated laugh. "You are an incorrigible flirt."

"Flirt? Yes. Incorrigible? That's the matter of opinion." I followed you into the hall, my long legs keeping easy pace with your brisk stride. "Besides, I have to be extra nice to you now that I know you're Vincent's sister."

Your laugh finally broke free at Vincent's expense, and I smiled in response.

And when you didn't respond further, I asked, "Are you two stepsiblings?"

"Adopted." It was clear that it wasn't a secret based on the tone of your voice but of course, you didn't go around screaming about it. "Before you say anything else, this..." You gestured between us. "Ends now."

Amusement slid across my infuriating perfect face. "What's this?"

"The flirting. It's unprofessional."

"I'm afraid flirting is part of my nature, darling," I said with an unbothered shrug.