[Whatever sarcastic answer Harding has prepared withers and dies when Cass starts batting her eyes at him as he shifts from being annoyed to perturbed.]

Believe it or— what are you doing? Why are you winking at me? Stop it.

[It's weird.]

And believe it or not, I wouldn't be surprised. Have you been drinking? [He looks over Cass' face critically, like he's trying to find the answer he's looking for himself.]