That's absolutely correct,

[he says mildly. He glances at the cake, then picks up a fork -- with only his fingertips, and only by the end of its handle.]

I could be anyone. And I could have terrible taste in dessert.

[He drops the joking demeanor before he continues, then uses the fork to separate a small bite off from the cake she's offered him.]

If they've assigned you to an intelligence position, wouldn't it be better not to be too trusting?