Whoever talked about dumb blondes was the dumb one.
Jane was anything but dumb. It scared her sometimes, how perceptive he was. He saw right through her. Right to her core, where she hid everything important.
Like how she felt about him.
It was useless, of course it was useless. He was forever in love with that dead wife of his. She felt so callous when she thought it, but she couldn't think of the woman as anything else- "Jane's dead wife".
He saw it all, he knew. Yet he continued to toy with her.
It had to mean something.