"When aren't you, I wonder." Rimion asked, taking the offered glass while he checking to make note he had locked the door after himself, which he did. "After a bombshell like that, I see why you'd think that." Rimion said, letting loose a smile as he let some whiskey touch his parched lips before he spoke once more, "I'll tell you why I'm still here: Well first, you've just given me your whole life story... It would be rude to have upped and left, thinking that you were just bull-shiting me, like a good number of my Masters did. You didn't sit there and act like you cared when you knew that you didn't. You were genuine in that spiel. It got me right here!" He said as he pointed to his heart.<br/><br/>"The second reason I'm still here is because well... I don't really have anywhere worth mentioning to go. No family to turn to, either. Mother and Father taken away from me at the innocent age of 10. Never even got a taste of education until I was 18. The third reason... I kinda like you, and THAT I DO NOT say very much. And fourth, I would like to stay here... But I'm done playing games... I want this to work, and that means that being stubborn ass isn't going to help either of us. Now that I've spilled my guts. Unleashed the feelings I've long tried to hide, there's no point in faking how I feel... About anything." Having finished what seemed to be one hell of a mouthful with only a few pauses in between. The last of his whiskey flowing down his throat. "So what do you have here that I could make for you?"