"Which would be bad... if I didn't want to." Vito raised an eyebrow, intrigued, wow she was a tough cookie.
"You want a truth about me? A truth huh?" he said, clasping his hands together, resting his elbows on the table and his chin on his fingers. "Why are you so interested in the truth? I would say that journalists are used to the truth, but, that's not exactly true now is it?" he said, grinning at her. What could he say, damn she knew how to pressure a guy.
"Well, I don't get on well with my father. There you go, is that a truth you were hoping for, did I make your day?" he says, his smiling fading slightly as I leans back in his chair. That should rock her boat a bit, he thought.