[Molly finally drops the act, because now there's too many questions he can't bullshit through. His face falls and he rubs at his tattooed face.]

Gods, I was really hoping you'd realize I was fucking with you before now. You are far, far more into this than I ever expected you to be. You must get fleeced so often, taking a stranger at face value like that. It's like conning a child. I can't do it.