He gave her a suspicious look, before taking a pull directly from the bottle. "You assume I know anything at all about how people interact with each other, rather than just imitating what I have seen others do. I don't connect with people, not easily, maybe not at all. So I have no idea what is normal and what isn't when it comes to interaction between people. I also only knew, before coming here, that the fae were amoral, alien, and unnaturally good looking eldritch abominations, though the good looking was usually just an illusion. Also, they used magic. Fighting is all I really know, all I am really good at. You said it was amazing that I got selected for the position so quickly. I say it is amazing I haven't killed myself yet, dealing with the Fae and with only that much information."<br/><br/>He realize he was saying too much, but the combination of alcohol, and the fact that he had lost most of his liver in that hero fight, was causing him to open up far more than he had ever done so before. "I have never fit in, never been accepted, even my own parents didn't really accept me. They loved me, I guess, but they were utterly baffled by my choices. You have to be crazy, at least a little bit, to join the military back home, but I did it without even really thinking about it. People baffle me, at least in combat things are fairly simple, and I can throw myself into it without concern for consequences.<br/><br/>Not like with Meridia. She is trying to be professional, I think, but she comes across as smug, over confident, and self righteous, and that makes me want to hurt her to get her to stop. You at least admit to not knowing without trying to justify it, she will hem and haw about it, and try to cover it with insinuations and misdirections."