Alain sighed. He was tired, weary, and the many days spent in battle had ensured his ability to think was not as sharp as it was. Sure, he could have easily bested Moire in a round of combat, but it was likely not the correct thing to do. Diplomacy had never been one of his strong suits. He wasn't a negotiator, a discussor. He was brought in when those kinds of actions had failed, and often when the straight forward soldiering had failed as well. Alain would've been called a rogue by anyone brave or foolish enough to try and apply that term to him, but truth be told he was simply a man trying to make his way in the world. He wanted to improve his station, and now that he'd found himself with an improved station, he clearly was somewhat out of his depth. "I ... apologize. I am weary, and my head is not as clear as it should be. I have spent long, far too long, on the battlefield, dealing with desperate men and women taking desperate actions, and the last thing I am eager to do is to get into another fight, but I am used to having to treat each challenge as an obstacle that must be overcome, not shirked from, even when caution or wisdom should get the better of me."<br/><br/>He relaxed his stance with another sigh. "I'm... I'm not very good at this whole Lord this, as I'm sure you can tell. Thank you for your wisdom, Tiffany. It is best that cooler heads prevailed and it did not come to blows." He knew that he probably would have fought more in anger than necessary, which would not have been good. He might have wounded her pride even further. "I... I am unequipped to deal with this kind of situation. To Moire's point, I have spent time in the company of whores - all men like myself are accustomed to when we were constantly on the march, never staying any one place long enough to make a meaningful connection with a woman. You may look down upon them, Moire, but they need to make a living as much as anyone. For them, it is a profession, and looking down upon those who seek to earn honest livings is not fair of any of us." He moved to sit back down on the couch, although he was sitting in the corner of it, as if he was a bit ashamed of his actions, muttering to himself, "I'm so not cut out for this..."