[The shift in Dito's demeanour throws Paul. He blinks more than once in rapid succession, a residue of bewilderment around the edges of his eyes as he looks Dito over. The man on the network had been a spitting firebrand, not whatever demure echo stands in front of Paul now.]
No.
[Something is wrong. Paul's first instinct is towards a trap, but when he turns his attention to the idea it doesn't fit. There's nothing false about Dito's presentation, and Paul is very good at detecting deception, by and large. So, after a slight hesitation, he steps aside, a crease between his brows as he keeps examining Dito.]
no subject
No.
[Something is wrong. Paul's first instinct is towards a trap, but when he turns his attention to the idea it doesn't fit. There's nothing false about Dito's presentation, and Paul is very good at detecting deception, by and large. So, after a slight hesitation, he steps aside, a crease between his brows as he keeps examining Dito.]
Come inside.