He shook his head as she circled him and made her observations, as if disagreeing with certain parts of it. "I exploit the weaknesses of my enemies. It's an important distinction, considering you're not currently an enemy. Knowing the weaknesses of my own people allows me to protect them. And in your case, it's just refreshing to see one of you actually being human. Your peers pride themselves on this notion that they're perfect. It's why I can't stand them, and like I said, it makes you relatable and likeable." Having made this small clarification, he listened as she stated how there was nothing he could really do to help ease her current discomfort. To this he nodded, but felt like there was a point to be made regardless. "I don't disagree, but I was wondering if I couldn't just get you a cup of tea or anything else that might prove comforting. I'm not naive enough to think I can make this place comfortable to you, but at the very least I might be able to mitigate your discomfort."
With her lap around him complete and punctuated by a question that was quite significant and personal, she was confronted with an answer that was likely the one she least expected to receive. "Being the triumphant hero, or the great statesman, those are both equally overrated fantasies. I want what you have, what you were so fortunate to just be born into. The fact that you could go home right now, to a place that has an actual soul by virtue of the fact that it's inhabited by a real family. One that welcomes and accepts you, that shows you that you're genuinely part of it. That's what I want out of this prison of a life I was forced into." From his expression, posture and tone, there was nothing to suggest this wasn't the truth. There was also the fact that whatever her intentions might have been, the lap around him seemed to do nothing. He was neither intimidated nor impressed, and his eyes tracked her intently. Even when she left his line of sight, he was aware of her position in the room. The only reaction she did get from him was a silent sense of curiosity for why she'd asked him something this specific.
