[There's a moment he's quiet, and he takes a seat, slouching forward to rest his elbows on his legs.]

It was not so bad. She would... makes meals every so often, and I...

[He let out a sigh and looked down, ran a hand over the top of his head (as much as he could with those horns), and then let out an awkward chuckle to mask a slight wince on his part. Oh how to even put this?]

Our history is a long and complicated one.

[It was an invitation if she wanted him to go on about it, but he wasn't about the dump ten thousand years of complicated on her out of the blue.]