It's not that he doesn't expect anyone to understand, but that Lara does and understands so completely, is something of a relief and the tension in his shoulders relaxes a little, his chest releases and he finds he can breathe a little easier. His gaze roams over the scales, the talons, the way her skin changes and then he looks over her and nods his understanding. He still feels a little drunk, but his head is clear enough for him to understand that he's lucky to know her, lucky to count her as a friend and that he's been right all along in trusting her.

"People who do judge... they just don't know yet," he says. "What they're capable of in such a situation. They get to go through life without having to worry about protecting someone or keeping them safe and they just... they don't know." He thinks everyone is capable of something dark when pushed.