And how many of those guys turn out to be assholes? Maybe high school isn't the best example - but he's only ever met two types: the ones who can effortlessly make you feel bad, or the ones who rub it in your face.

Leaning back into his chair, he nods slowly. "Even when they're throwing the rule book at you -" which had been something they'd tried, "right and wrong's complicated."

It helps, that it isn't exactly a lie lie. They are interested in the play, just not for the reasons the woman would think. She can make the assumptions for herself. "I can do that," he agrees, nodding.