[ He's absolutely impassive when she leaves her message. That is, right up until Pai's imitation of the sexy voice. It's clear enough she's trying to emulate Amber -- except Amber could play the minx effortlessly. Pai's version sounds more like a ten-year-old attempting the breathy Monroe drawl. Happy Birthday, Mr. President. His lips tic helplessly at the edges; he lifts a hand to rub his mouth and swallow any impulse to laugh. ]
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Do I want to know who you sent it to?
[ Although he has an inkling. ]