Romantic. Certainly not the word that comes to mind, even jokingly. He shakes his head a little but relents, giving him a wry, purse-lipped smile. His mouth is slick with grease.

That there're more than a few compelling reasons out there to travel alone or keep few people as company is something he can't dispute. But the conversation doesn't end here. He won't let it if they ever come to that bridge.

"Right." He says, flatly, as he flicks a tiny bone into the flames. But his eyes crinkle slightly at the corners. "You keep tellin' yourself that."