"Maybe I do, though." He rolled a shoulder. Of the two of them, she was the more trustworthy one, and as he'd already pointed out: she'd saved his sorry life when the smart thing to do would've been to put a bullet in his head. "I ain't nice. I ain't gonna suddenly turn into a warm and fuzzy sorta fella and I don't reckon you're laborin' under the impression I might. But one thing I ain't, is a liar." She could make of that what she liked.