[He has to lean back the other way in order to look at her again, his chin against his shoulder, eyes bright.]

C'mon, Sel! Ain't tryin' t' impress me an' even if y' wanted t' y' ain't gotta try, so dish. What shit's goin' on makin' y' be all like y'know, just stuff.

[The last bit is an impersonation of the way she'd said the same words earlier.]