This essay is a good one in that it comprehensively outlines all the major arguments on this issue.
Was he including himself in that statement?
What's going on in that pretty head?
Señor Medena was watching her again in that strange way, as if it truly mattered what she thought.
Then he turned away and rubbed the back of his neck in that way he did when he knew he was wrong but wasn't sure why.
Why hadn't she thought of his comment in that context?