[It’s hard to know where to begin picking at a sentence that thoroughly frustrates him, so he doesn’t at all, letting his eyes fall shut and drawing a breath before easing instead into an anecdote.]

In all the time I have spent trapped here, I have come to know but one man who could listen and who would understand. We laughed and drank and fucked, sharing stories long into the night of the shadowy corners of the worlds from whence we came. We were the unloved and the unwanted, bred to deal death under masters who regarded us a little more than tools to be cast aside the moment they outlived their usefulness. Ah, but in one another we found a sense of belonging. [He snorts faintly.] At least, for a time.

[He shifts his focus.]

How disappointing it is that Simon hasn't spoken a word of me... and after I fashioned him such a fine corset. [Giggling.] That ungrateful creature~!