He lets out a weak huff of laughter at that, lowers his eyes in something like resignation. He can tell she isn't happy about it, but... there's little he can do about that.

"Perhaps one day you'll trust me," he says ruefully, and lifts his coffee to take another sip. "Until then I'm happy to pay the penance by buying you drinks I suppose. You can ask me things, if you like. If it'd help."