[He may be extremely forward in his feelings, but he's also pretty good at picking up meaning behind words. Considering how used to he's gotten to that flat, expressionless way of her way of talking, the soft way she says that lets him mentally finish the rest of the sentence without her having to say it.

He's quiet, for the moment, silently finalizing the decision to trust her on this- for the moment, at least.

But with her return to something defensively sarcastic, he feels the need to follow her there. If she's not going to be vulnerable, neither will he.

He puffs up his chest, and that familiar belligerent tone returns. Here, it's territory where he's much more confident.]

Justify it however you want, I don't care. Just don't lie.

[He snorts, clearly a measure to return to that familiar territory rather than from actual deep annoyance.]

Who said anything about being a masochist? [what did he say about the weird sex shit, ange.] Don't make it weirder than it already is, moron.