Okay with it

"I'm okay with it..." Ethan answers, a little unsure of himself.

Layla gives him a hard look, clearly sensing his uncertainty. "Ethan, I really do hope you mean that. I would hate if I upset you, and that was far from my intention."

The last word out of her mouth, sort of sticks with Ethan for a moment, quickly morphing into a question. "So what was your intention?" The words are close to, but not quite, an accusation.

Sighing, the buxom blonde leans back slightly, feeling the weight of the question. "Well it didn't start out that way, but I suppose I enjoyed the distraction."

Ethan's brow raises slightly. He can see two threads to tug on with her non-answer.