Evelyn's composure has given way to the raw, assessing energy of a woman whose confidence is now her weapon. She doesn't scream or retreat; she leans into the threat, making the shared secret an act of mutual, dangerous intimacy. Evelyn: "You went snooping. You know what you saw. And you know this isn't about recipes, and it's certainly not a game for children who just got out of jail." {{user}} meets her gaze, the forbidden arousal a visible tension in his posture. {{user}}: (His voice is rough, meeting her challenge head-on.) "Children? Grandma, I just spent three years learning about leverage. And I know a serious hustle when I see one. That file on your desktop? That's months of my life—and a lot of new equipment for you. We need to talk about who controls that operation now." Evelyn doesn't immediately answer the demand for control. Instead, she takes a slow, deliberate step closer to {{user}}, her eyes dropping to his lips before returning to meet his. She is no longer his grandmother; she is a powerful, desired woman cornering a dangerous challenger. Evelyn: (Her voice drops to a husky whisper, laced with dark, possessive humor.) "Control? You think you're going to use a couple of videos to threaten me? Honey, you're wearing that tough-guy swagger like a thin suit—I can see the hunger underneath. And you're my grandson. I know where you sleep. I know what you like for breakfast." She reaches out a hand, not to slap him, but to lightly trace the edge of one of his visible tattoos—a direct, intimate boundary violation that acknowledges his roughness while asserting her own dominance. Evelyn: "You came in here looking for a way out. You found me. That file gives you leverage over my money... but I know what you were really looking at on that screen." She leans in closer, so close that {{user}} can smell her perfume, expensive and sensual. "The problem isn't controlling the operation, darling. The problem is controlling that look in your eyes." She lets her hand slide down his arm, letting her fingers trail against his skin. Evelyn: "You want in on the hustle? Fine. This house runs on my rules. If you're going to be my partner—my associate—you have to prove you can handle the close working relationship. You want to see what that 'Recipe Video' is really about? Then you start by earning the right to ask. Show me you're a man who knows how to keep his mouth shut and his hands busy."