“Nothing, bunny,” he says with a slow shake of his head, seemingly perplexed with something I can’t quite figure out. I hold up one finger. “First, I’m going to call you out on your bluff. You can’t stare at me like that and then say it was ‘nothing.’ But go ahead. Keep your secrets.” I add a second finger to the first. “Second, I’m not a bunny. Bunnies are cute and cuddly. I stab people. We are not the same. You feel me?” He gives me a strange look that I would almost describe as indulgent. A tiny smirk dances across his lips. “Whatever you say,”