[He startles at the hat being rested on his head, reaching up to adjust it so he can meet Kleken's eyes. Reading his feelings would be easier if he tried to tap into his psychic abilities, but...

He presses his lips together, brows knitting.]

...I think it matters. And I want to trust you, even if you're a scam artist.

[He knows Kleken lies and he knows Kleken will always try to tiptoe around the truth, and that he likes to tease and manipulate... But he doesn't think Kleken is a bad person.

Which is perhaps too serious a line of thought for what started this conversation, but there's a stubborn conviction on his face now.]

And sometimes I think you want to tell the truth but don't know how, so you lie about it, but you're happy if people can figure out those lies. I... I don't know if this is true, but I want you to trust me, too, and tell me the truth if you want to.

[Lies are probably something safer, for Kleken... He's only heard bits and pieces from the man, and all of it couched in such vague terms, but... he thinks he's heard enough to get the picture of the kind of life the aurorian has had to live.]