Mildly annoyed, because that usually did, Maddy sighed to herself, projecting the image of herself doing a huge, put-upon sigh. She was pretty sure that would come across fine.
"Who says I have anything to sell?" she asked. "Or that they're tricks?" She tilted her head, appraising him. His mind was good and closed off, dammit. Isaac really was good at this. But she'd asked for this, and she wasn't a quitter.
"Or maybe you're just too much of a stick in the mud to have any fun," she continued, shrugging. "Which is certainly possible."