I wouldn't believe anything you told me about wise men.

[It's just that he's easing out of the Slevin persona he built for himself when he first arrived; not entirely, he's still not himself, but he already issued an open-ended contract to the Barge as a whole. He can afford to be a little more Henry, a little less Slevin.

He certainly seems trustworthy. Or at least like he's not particularly contemplating being untrustworthy. Mostly he seems... well, disturbed, as he searches for the off button on the sweater, for one.

For two:]

No, I don't need anything. I'm not religious and I don't celebrate holidays. Do you put up a tree?