“The elephant in the room.” I swallow. Is he referring to…? “The one with the ball gag in his mouth.” Laughter pops out of me. “Wow. Ball gags?” He shrugs. “Not really my thing, actually.” I stop myself from saying, Not mine, either, because—it’s not like he cares. Still, the knot of tension between us loosens. “Maybe the elephant’s just…blindfolded?” He nods slowly. “And tied up.” “And doing as it’s told.” He looks like he might find that more appealing. “What a good elephant.”
