Nothing of the World

"Sorry to have burst your little bubble," she continued when he didn't respond.
The footsteps stopped right behind her back. She didn't turn.
"My life wasn't as sheltered as yours," he said philosophically. "You only confirmed what I knew for a long time."
His fingers brushed the back of her neck, lifting her hair. It made her skin tingle and she had to brace herself not to shudder.
"And what was that?" she asked as the sensation subsided. "That you shouldn't trust the evil West?"
"That women are creatures of subterfuge, especially when they play with magic."
"Aren't men too?"