[ The small melody Julian tapped out... Asra listened to it keenly, eyes drifting from Julian's face to his long-fingered hand and back again. His brows quirked, and he flexed the fingers of his own hand, on the bartop-- took up the same melody, in almost-perfect time, the moment Julian's fingers stopped.

One game, half-hidden, beneath another.

His hand fell still, but it was a pregnant pause, expecting Julian to pick up where he'd left off, and he hummed thoughtfully. ]

I don't see you as the sort of man who'd seduce your mentor's wife. You're too... sweet, to knowingly be a homewrecker. Unless it was an unhappy marriage, maybe.

Or you didn't know she was his wife! Oh, that's just the sort of problematic situation you'd get tangled into, isn't it?

Stranded on a desert island, I believe offhand. That... seems like something you'd somehow do. Go ashore with some men, get distracted looking at something, miss the call to leave? Hmmm... [ He tapped his fingers on his chin, eyes squinting as he looked at Julian, as if trying to assess him. ]

Pasha with a sheet over her head is also something I believe. She's tricky, seems like she'd have an appreciation for a good prank, and especially a prank over you. And she loves your attention, she'd do anything to get it...

I'm going to go with the wife! It's the only one that seems least likely of the three..? That's the lie!