[ He makes a noise at the back of his mouth that's a little less than a scoff, cutting her a sidelong look. ]

Do you mean, do I spend time around people?

[ People lie. They tiptoe around the truth, if they even let themselves know what it is. They say whatever they have to say to save face, get what they want, convince each other that everything's fine when it's categorically not.

And he's a hypocrite, because he's no different. ]

Sugarcoat, exaggerate, undersell. Everyone's got an angle. I just have the sense you're being upfront about yours.

[ He looks ahead, and gives into the urge to tap his index finger with his thumb. ]

You don't like being fucked with.