If he saw the pity he didn't think clearly enough about it to bring it up, struggling to sit back up. "A conversation, huh. Being nice to uh, to the resident anarchist, making conversation, what do you - I mean, what could you be hiding, Lisa?" He was being paranoid, he needed justification, he didn't really care, "Just being paranoid, angel, don't listen to me right now."

Well, don't not listen, but, "Not gonna esp- aspuse - rant about work tonight. And don't - don't tell Harvey what I just said, he'll, he'll start going on about me having a real past and God he's fucking annoying when he gets on me about that." Gets on me - he couldn't help but crack up at the unfortunate turn of phrase.