That shift doesn't evade Nico, and the corners of her mouth twitch as she swallows. What is this, twenty questions? That's way more getting put on the spot than she bargained for!

She could protest aloud, of course. Or argue that having a type doesn't mean she likes somebody right now, and that she was pretty sure this was supposed to be about the former rather than the latter. There's nothing stopping her from doing that, and yet, somehow, she can't summon the words. She can't bring herself to back out. Like they passed the point of no return sometime when she wasn't looking.

And, Nico realizes, she feels surprisingly okay with that.

"Nope."