Paranoia is just one of those flaws he's very adept at rationalizing as self-preservation.

"There's a lot to be said for someone who can dress well with no money. Anyone can drop fat stacks to look great. That's not a skill. You can't buy taste," he says glibly slurping on his drink.

"I didn't grow up rich either. And I tried to look ivy league, but it probably just came off like your run of the mill pointdexter." He hops at the edge of the escalator and looks around up here. There's anther level up still he realizes and points to the next bay of moving stairs. "Up one more. I spy a Chanel."