[She stares at him for a few seconds, determining the honesty in his gaze. Whether or not she finds him the sort who would lie about such a thing, or if he truly won't tell.]

How saccharine.

[A beat, and it feels like an exhale, slow and steady. Not relaxing, per se, but at least not that sudden tension of before.]

But you do give a damn, I think. We wouldn't be having this conversation if you didn't. You would have left ages ago. So ask your questions, if you have them.