He smiles slightly. - i'm sorry... i just love to listen to womans voice...
He leans forward so the light brightens his face. - Besides... you wanna cut me? More than this? - he points at a long, deep scar on his right cheek and forhead - go on... I don't give a ****... It's what woman do, right?
He smiles slightly again. - And don't worry, i'm no risk to your plots... in fact i'm "mentally too unstable to continue my combat duty" so even if i wanted to tell anyone about it... - he smiles again - oh, that would be good...
He flushes another glass of rum down his throat, gets the bottle and leans back on his chair again...
