"Why should I do that?" Jazz looks down at Sal. "After all, I would be deceiving myself. You know as well as I that you'll try again to get at my hardware. So, why bother with it?"
He shrugs and lets himself glide down into an elegant sprawl. Now he was able to look into Sal's eyes.
"And you already know you're dangerous. Why should I tell you things you've known for a long time." He inspects his fingers like someone who's just come from a manicure. "Do you feel threatened by my little harmless self?"