If her words annoyed him or affected him he didn't let on. He was saying less and less for a very specific reason. He hated that he'd already dropped his charm and let his true beast of a nature shine through for a moment. That steely edge that he normally kept carefully hidden under the surface, wearing his ease like a fine tailored suit. He needed quiet to let it slide back over him. Not that she was offering silence but he needed it in his head and his mind calmed slowly.
The wheels were turning, he could always spot a mark like a good con man and she seemed to be going from running away from him to running toward him. He just listened until finally he shut the fridge and turned to look at her fully. "How this works is you tell me exactly what you want. No 'maybe', no 'or'. I can't help if I don't know exactly what it is you're after." his tone was more gentle now, like a teacher patiently re-explaining a math problem to a child who just didn't get it. He added, "And please, don't lie. It won't help either of us." he never understood why people did that. Someone had once suggested it was to try to make themselves look good but they were making a deal with a demon, did they really think he thought that highly of them to begin with? So many wonderfully bad deals were made that way. In a way he almost pitied them and wanted to help them out, but it wasn't in his job description.