"Do you have something to say?" I prompted. "Or do you just enjoy propping up the wall?" Colin considered me for a moment longer. Aunt Arabella likes you." He sounded unflatteringly perplexed. "There is a small but vocal minority of people who do." Colin had the good grace to look abashed. "Look, I didn't mean to--" "Treat me like I have a loathsome social disease?" His lips quirked with something that might have been amusement. "Do you?" "None that I'd admit to in mixed company." After all, an unhealthy obsession with Cadbury Fruit & Nut bars isn't the sort of weakness a girl confides in just anybody."