"Maybe? And I doubt they will be so kind as you to pull me back out. I'll just be a frozen drunken husk out there," he complained, waving a hand in the air dramatically. He knew she wouldn't let that happen.

He snorted when she ordered them more drinks. They clearly had had enough of a break to drink some water and sober up a little bit. On that note, he finished his water because he knew the night was going to go so poorly but at this point, he didn't particularly care. She might just thinking his drunken ravings was funny and wouldn't give too much thought to the content.

He met her gaze evenly, willing to test her on any question that she might think to ask him. He was a far better liar after all. It wasn't until she actually asked that he sat back in his chair and considered the answer, running a hand through his hair.

"I don't have a love of my life," he said simply. "The closest thing had likely been my mother, but that was a long time ago. I mean, I love my job, but it isn't entirely my everything, doesn't keep me thinking about it all the time." He could compartmentalize after all. "Before my world came down, I lost everything. My job, my mission, my purpose, maybe even my life. This place hadn't exactly offered much of the same, so I guess that would be it."