"Could've been a very basic degree," he points out, as if that changes anything. "And you're selling yourself short. People have tells when they know they're lying. They hesitate, they smile, maybe they talk too fast. You threw me off, just like you wanted."

Lying, after all, is a lot more than just saying words that aren't true. Will probably isn't as bad at it as he thinks, when he sets his mind to it. He just doesn't bother most of the time, instead.

"No dates, then. I agree. So," he begins, pausing to have a draw from the cigarette, "I've never gone skinny dipping, back home I have an authorization that lets me requisition grenade launchers any time I like, and I've only won..." he pauses, thinking and nodding a few times as if counting in his head, "Damn, guess it's four games of poker. Funny how many infiltration jobs wind up putting me in front of a deck of cards at some point."