*does not like the length of time it apparently takes you to process such a simple, honest remark* *finds himself stuck between old hurt (don't you believe me?) and new anger (of course you don't, you never have), with a touch of just plain weariness (why do I even try?)*
*lets out a long breath and forces himself to focus on your non sequitur, instead* What do you need that kind of money for? *does have some idea of the (huge) sums you command*