I think people see you make little effort in trying to make nice, if at all.

[Another little jab, mildly. He should pull his eyes away, but he doesn't. watching the color move. It's an odd thing, to see so much flow to someone so pale.]

[He swallows, palpably. The man shifts his fingers over his table, and his hand moves as if by its own bidding, capturing his wrist.]

I don't know the meaning of it. So I can't give what I don't have.