Yeah, reading her brain sure would be something. (Maybe even troubling in some ways, but not right now.)
He continued to look at her in those few short inches between floor and couch, really ratcheting around in his brain for an answer. It felt like something on the tip of his tongue, or a memory just barley out of reach in a way you couldn't be sure it was a real memory or not. But it was like she said... a feeling. Like, almost tangible.
"You. Cat, I mean, the... not really you but okay, you know what I mean, but you feel... bigger? Badder?"' Had she just marched into his home and taken over and he'd just like... let it?