Angel's Suspicions

"Are you possessed?"

Angel crouched down in front of Ivan, her knees pressed together. Her hands rested lightly on them as she leaned forward, her eyes locked onto his with quite intensity. It was as if she were trying to peer directly into his soul.

"..."

Ivan's face remained impassive, his only reaction a flicker of irritation. 

"What are you doing?" He asked calmly.

"Why don't you answer my question first?" Angel countered, with sharpened eyes that would have made anyone else look away. But not Ivan. He met her stare head-on, without showing any discomfort.

"Do I look like I'm possessed?" 

"No." Angel immediately shook her head.

Ivan was now genuinely puzzled by her line of questioning. "Then why are you asking me that?"

She blinked slowly, as if the answer were the simplest thing in the world. "I don't know."

"..."

Was she toying with him? 

Testing him?