You play dumb

"Well, it's been a little tense with my insistence on enforcing the Code of Conduct the-"

"Not that, you big oaf." Honey interrupts you sharply. "I mean between you and her, did you get into a fight?"

"No, and if we did, I wouldn't tell you." You push back your chair and start to rise but she stops you with a gentle touch on your arm.

"Don't get annoyed with me, Mr. Hawkfeather." She protests, "but I've known Diana for a long time now, and something's going on with the two of you..." she pauses to take a sip of her coffee and then continues thinking out loud. "If you two haven't been fighting - Oh Holy Shit!" Her fingers tighten on your arm "You fucked! I figured it would be Coach Watts, but you're the one who got into her pants."

You meet Honey's questioning gaze levelly, refusing to confirm her speculation, but not willing to lie about it either. She accepts your silence as confirmation and she gets a silly grin on her face that she tries to hide with a bite of sugary beignet.

"That must have been hot!" She licks her bright lips as she stares at you. "You didn't have that much time either. Must have been a wham-bam-thank you Ma'am kind of thing, followed by a quick shower and change of clothes, huh?" This time when you climb to your feet you ignore the grip on your arm.

"Good day Miss Thibodeaux," you try to keep your voice pleasant and low but you suspect this Cajun mind-reader can read you as well as she reads her friend. "Thank-you for the coffee."

"Wait, Kyle." Honey stops you once again as you turn to leave. "If you want a relationship with Di, there are some things you really should know about." She smiles as she sees the sudden interest in your eyes, "Have a seat Dean Hawkfeather. You tell me all about banging my friend, and I'll let you know some secrets about her that make her tick."