Your lie. It was a lie.

[there's a hint of that satisfied smile on his face again as he pushes the rest of the frosting-filled wafer in his mouth. but then he waves his hand, casually, going on.]

And that's a lie, too. It's quite difficult to pull one past someone of mendacious sentiment, but all the more satisfying. I guess it's my round-about way of saying I don't believe you.

Though I would be inclined to a subject change, if you would have it. I'm easily distracted.