The honest thing to say would be "both", but Jake wasn't sure if he really wanted to say that. Maybe he should be offended by her suggesting him not liking people. Yes, that was true. No, he did not want to admit it to this Riley girl. So, instead of saying something like the first example, "both" or the huffy version that came with a scowl, "no", he shrugged.
Talking to people was hard. You had to make them happy, but they - and you - couldn't be too happy. At least, that was the Slytherin way. It was possible that he would have been nicer if he had been sorted into Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, or Hufflepuff. Any of them probably would have gotten him some friends. Any of them except for the one Jake was in.
His family had been all over the place in terms of houses. His mother had been a Ravenclaw and his sister had been the loyal honey badger, Hufflepuff. Jake had been bound to end up in Gryffindor or Slytherin. Gryffindor was known as the greatest house in the world, but that wasn't really true. But, he couldn't think about houses because he was having a conversation and one of the worst things someone could do during a conversation was daydream.