I keep what I'm doing to myself for a reason, actually.

[That's accompanied with a bit of a casual gesture, sweeping his hair back over his ear, though he does linger there a bit; it's on the same side she was messing with that damn earpiece last time. Get the fucking hint, Angel.]

But, you know, apparently we're just supposed to infer things from you while you're suffering in here, so I don't see why I should give you too much help in figuring me out. It's fine if you hate me, especially since I've made it pretty clear that I'm not going to be nice to you, because I'm not a nice guy. The second I stop being honest with you about shit is when you should start worrying.

[Get the fucking hint, Angel. No risk of anyone accusing you of bias or handing shit to him if you hate him, after all.]