Rezo huffs, a near-laugh that is unable to contain enough mirth to properly get there.

“You clearly haven’t known enough idiots,” he says. “And short-sighted is something of an understatement, don’t you think?”

And after that little inappropriate joke, Rezo looks faintly embarrassed, insomuch as his face can be seen under the hand over his eyes.

“...I’m sorry. I don’t know how I’m supposed to act around you.”