[He smirks] being a criminal and having the urge to hold onto something domestic really doesn't jive in my line of work. Can't exactly say "Hey I want to do this" to a bunch of jocks and jarheads who've decided to work out their anger at their parents by hurting people.

[The irony is, that was his backstory. Within reason. The things he doesn't remember.]

Just my luck that I didn't prepare any dessert.

[He'll fight her if he has to, he'll kill her if he has to, but he'll feel bad about it.

That acknowledgement brings his head into his hands for a moment over his meal and he sighs]