Maybe you're right. [Quiet, weary.] But there's a difference between you and me. I can actually look at things I want and figure out when they're a bad idea.

[That's only very slightly less of a lie. He's rash and impulsive and selfish enough that he almost never recognises bad ideas until they've played out. But he can sometimes, if it's big enough, and he knows that letting anyone too close is the worst idea possible.]

This time it really isn't personal. No sarcasm.