It's harsh but it's fair, and the confirmation of his suspicions is a slight salve on the wounds his pride's sustained throughout the night. Even so... the sight of that fire puts him ill at ease, both violently curious and instantly wary in a confusing mixture.

"... Alright. I'm bad at communicating with people because I find it easier to focus on goals and I don't hold back my words well. I understand what it's like to have issues with trusting others, too, but if I wanted anything from you it would start and stop with information."

... "And I'm not hitting on you, still." As a comforting reminder in the midst of an otherwise much more serious conversation.