"But you're not." He doesn't have many tells --not to most humans, anyway, who excuse slight slips in conversation and fall for what they think is an effortless charm-- but he can see Irene is already picking up on the little details.

He bites his lip, looking at her thoughtfully. "What was that phrase you used again? You're so sharp you might end up cutting yourself."

Now he's just teasing. Which isn't helped by:

"Besides, I don't know what you're getting at. All I'm talking about is starting a charity run community resource that helps young citizens. Stopping them from becoming --what's the term they use? Strangers."

Which is precisely all he's been talking about. His slight involvement in counter terrorist movements against anti-xenian factions is kept purely to himself, and it's not something he's about to reveal to anyone outside the parties already involved. Irene is simply left to look into his wide, innocent blue eyes.