Oh, come on. [He snorts almost delicately, flicks his eyes over to her, chin tipped just enough down that despite his greater height he has to look slightly up at her.] We both know you'll talk to me again. That much I get for free.

[This isn't so much a cheapening of her attention as it is an elevation of his own opinion of himself; even if he just annoys her into interacting with him, he doesn't think for a moment that this will be their last conversation.]

I just need to know how hard I should be trying.