[ He cuts Matthew a glance, his expression caught somewhere between puzzled and mildly affronted. He’s not sure what “way” Matthew’s talking about, but Faraday is reasonably sure Emma has yet to look at him with much beyond mild exasperation and outright anger, quiet amusement and little, mischievous smiles.

(At least, not that Faraday has seen with his own eyes.) ]

No offense meant, Matthew, but I’m not entirely sure you know what you’re talkin’ about, here.

That is, I’m pretty sure you’re at least half mistaken.

[ Because the other way around? Well, Matthew’s got him on that, at least. ]