"Doesn't everyone?" The flippant answer comes with a shrug and a hand gesture of sweeping oversimplification. "But no, that's not why."

Why has some sort of relationship with the way Gansey's fingers chase another wild ringlet and then utterly fail to tame it. There's an overabundance of unvoiced why between fiery curls, tanned fingers and the pale shell of an ear. "You interest me."