Suddenly, Rory had something else to focus on, a different avenue to cling to. It was a flimsy redirect, perhaps, but at this point Rory felt cornered, and he’d take any recourse he could possibly get. He shook his head decisively. “‘I just do’ is not good enough, Ben Bailey. If you’re going to press me about this, I’m going to press back.” Rory’s tone was pointed and sharp and his eyes were... cold. Colder than they normally were. Rory might not have been able to tell when Ben was lying, but he sure as hell knew evasiveness when he saw it, and he wasn’t going to give Ben an answer without receiving one in kind. “Now tell me. What makes you think I’m lying?”