[Excuse you, Emet. He was a broken thing in a different way - his soul was complete. But yes, glare at him. He leveled the other with an even expression as he looked back.]

I have lived hundreds of lives. Do you not think that I'm unaware of the need for intimacy and the pain it brings when it endss? No. I would be an ignorant man if I did not know how that sort of thing ended. So there's no shame in it.

Unless you think you have an 'image' to maintain. Which - fair enough, I suppose. It doesn't really matter here.