[He pauses and turns: the expression on his face is about as far from doubt as possible. Disdain, yes: disdain and disregard. He knows better, now, than to write her off completely, and he isn't - inwardly. What he projects, though, is the opposite. Let her think he's grown comfortable. The truth is, by now, he always expects something else down the road. It's a matter of how much he cares, at any given time.]
[Spam]
That's hardly a question anymore.