[ a short, barked laugh, his eyes glinting. do they catch the light for just a moment, a glimmer of scarlet in otherwise honey gold eyes? maybe, maybe not. ]

And yet you would hardly be the first to do so.

Why don't I let you make your own decisions on how you should treat me, hm? I shouldn't give you all the answers. After all, isn't trying to figure out the 'correct' way to handle someone a form of insincerity in its own right?