[ The secrets he keeps are for self-preservation, he's well aware of that. But there's still a part of him that desperately hungers for acceptance (he's less aware of that), even if it's just a drop in the ocean...

So while a part of him, instinctually, produces a lie to sit on his tongue (oh, it's fine, everything is pleasant, exactly what I needed), Dexter thinks twice before he answers. ]

I dunno. Don't think I saw that one...

[ Fight Club? He's not much for movies. ]

But it wasn't bad. I mean, I'm not all that impressed, but... I don't exactly feel like I wasted my time, either.

I guess this is one of them things you have to take one step at a time.

[ He lifts his cup of coffee, consciously flashing his wedding band to take a sip of the sludge. ]

You didn't talk much.

[ Not so much an accusation, but it does invite her to talk now. ]