"I live plenty. Will you drop it already?" He was getting tired of her constant nagging, trying to hurt him for his lack of a love life. He didn't want to talk about his choice in women, or why he wasn't married. Truth is he had been constantly disappointed with how things had ended up. He really thought he would be married with children by this point, but he just couldn't stand the women he was with. Sometimes they ended the relationship, but he would often break up with them. In his later years he had given up and decided to just have fun.<br/><br/>Obviously bringing up Kessel was never a good thing, which was evident by Meena's face as she tried to hold something back. Drak sighed. Obviously there was a lot of hate swelling, and he needed to figure out how to smooth things out. He wasn't going to be with her for long, but regardless he wanted there to be less tension between them. Maybe she just needed to purge it somehow.<br/><br/>He got up and grabbed the bowls, placing them onto the table. He went back for the utensils, not looking where he was going, and walked into Meena as she was bringing the stew over. It dropped, but Drak grabbed it just in time, splashing a bit of the stew onto the floor and each other. "Sithspawn!" he yelled. He put the hot stew pot onto the table. "Watch where you're going next time," he snapped at her, even if he thought it was his fault. He never wanted to apologize to her.