[Think about it, Zach. If Rella had fangs, they'd be showing with how wide her smile turns at his accusation.]

A game of lies, then, although I'm not sure whatever you could be implying.

[One of her delicate fingers--her nails somehow still somehow managed to remain clean and nice and unbroken--taps her chin as if in thought.]

The fun is in the lies, after all. Unless you doubt the integrity of your poker face.