[Yup, that's a reaction. Bingo, he's hit a robot-nerve.]

Don't play dumb, it ain't a good look for you.

[He shoves his hand into the pocket of his leather jacket. Not because he's all that cold, it would take temperatures way lower than this to chill him, but more because he wants something to do with his hand.]

I ain't gonna narc on you, if that's what you're worried about. What do I look like, a fuckin' cop?