Daryl would be dead if he wasn't so damn stubborn. He's never had any trouble hitting his head against the wall until something goes his way. So he keeps on trying. "Ain't what she said."

Of course, she didn't say she liked him. But she didn't say she hated him either. Daryl has no problem with lying, but that wasn't even one, technically. He's doing pretty good.

"You like moonshine?" He says, "get you lit quicker than the pisswater they got here." Because that is something Byerly might care about, or at least wants to seem like he does. Whatever, it's no skin off Daryl's nose.