Connor smirks faintly, but he does believe her -mostly, and he's looking much less like he'd be ready to pull his sword at any moment. Even for him, he's jumpy, but he's had some rough times, not so long ago. Nowadays he's hunted a lot more often than he's the hunter, and he's feeling a little worn down for it.

"You can say paranoid. Everyone else does. But I'm still here." He continues to smirk over his scotch, taking another gulp. His tolerance is very high, so he feels less need to be careful about it. One glass isn't enough for him to even feel it.