[She invites him to take the last piece of garlic bread and after a moment's consideration, he takes it. As he busies himself with it, he listens intently as she continues. He supposes she has a point. Even he is not terribly different. He must do what he must and that does, on occasion, involve some kind of interaction with other people, even when he doesn't want it to be. But it doesn't really mean the same thing as needing others. If anything, people are sometimes little more than a means to an end. Wisely, he doesn't voice that.
He pauses. He can't think of very many people he's addressed by name. He almost prefers not to, as if it might possibly bring him closer to someone else. It's much easier to remain detached by simply never calling someone so closely. If he can treat Angela the way he treats every other woman he's met, it's convenient for him. Maybe that's escapism. He's sure he could lose himself in those thoughts. So perhaps it's best that he simply glosses over all of it and simply pretend she never said it.]
"Caim is fine."
[Possibly better than 'Lord Caim.' Maybe.]
"Do you come to this place often. This restaurant, I mean."
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He pauses. He can't think of very many people he's addressed by name. He almost prefers not to, as if it might possibly bring him closer to someone else. It's much easier to remain detached by simply never calling someone so closely. If he can treat Angela the way he treats every other woman he's met, it's convenient for him. Maybe that's escapism. He's sure he could lose himself in those thoughts. So perhaps it's best that he simply glosses over all of it and simply pretend she never said it.]
"Caim is fine."
[Possibly better than 'Lord Caim.' Maybe.]
"Do you come to this place often. This restaurant, I mean."