[ A gentle laugh; ] Have I ever tried to pretend I don't?

[ It should come out like an insult, but the warm tone of her voice and the slow, steady sweep of her hand sweetens it until all the potential sting is gone. ]

I guess it makes sense, though. We're both liars, right? What's that thing people say... something about birds of a feather?

[ The tip of her finger finds the shell of his ear and she strokes along that, her touch careful and delicate. ]

If you're a liar too, then I can understand you a little easier.