"I don't know Scottish or Irish weird, I just know you and you're Welsh and therefore you're Welsh weird." I swatted at his hand, failing to thwart his poke, but I poked him again, harder this time.

"And you're evading the issue," I pointed out. "Something's up and you're acting strange. If you don't tell me, I'm going to have to start guessing. Or start investigating you myself."

I didn't think Jake wanted that. I don't think either of us wanted that.