Raine shifts away from Enoch's touch impulsively, although he lets out relieved little huff of a sigh when he sees the blood disappear from his clothing. Then he laughs, partially at himself for flinching and partially at Enoch for dropping the charade neither of them really wanted to be participating in anyway.

"I think Eden's a little more trouble than she lets on," Raine admits. "But you're right. And I'm bad at lying, so you know it's not me. Who is a suspect?"