[Wonderful. Now Zen's being labeled paranoid for not being able to keep his own freaking need for affection under control, on top of his already deep rooted trust issues. Not that he would waste his time trying to explain this to a stranger. Even if they happen to be a good-looking one with a... surprisingly soft backside.]

Aren't you just jumping to conclusions? I never said I think you're lying, but I didn't say I believe you either.

[Not denying nor confirming it: the worst kind of reasoning and he knows it. Still, the blond doesn't seem to be pursuing the subject out of spite, but genuine curiosity. Zen forces a small, mirthless smile.]

That depends. I don't remember asking for your opinion on the matter, so in a sense, it could be called pushing your view. [If one squints, that is.]