[Oh no turning bright red and spluttering a little he doesn't know how to deal with any of this]

Liar! If you'd trusted me, then you should have figured out our incentive when you realized I was a hunter! I told you you were on the wrong side, didn't I? Why else do you think I -- [led you towards the truth to begin with, but he cuts himself off before he can say it. As hard as it is to admit, he'd trusted Spain too. Not as much as he had America, but he'd thought that if anyone here could realize that him being a hunter and taking it so seriously given who else was in the town meant that there had to be more to their motivations than simply surviving, it'd be him. For a moment, he'd actually believed that their alliance could have worked.]

W-whatever, it doesn't matter now. Though I suppose I should be grateful that something of mine got through that thick skull nonetheless. [Looking reluctantly pleased anyway he will take any sign that he wasn't the worst foster parent ever okay]