@[member="Amorella Mae"]
Black eyes dipped towards the ground, lips pursing as he thought. A glaze cast its way across his gaze, and it quickly became clear that her companion had shifted to another time; another place. Now, he was at home, family around. His mother, as ever, sat watching the news while the family pet lay on the floor nearby.
But his mind wandered to an incident in his youth, of a man who yelled at his mother... made her cry. He'd called his father, then, and told him of the transgression. Without even a second thought to their failed relationship, his father had gone to find the man who had wronged his mum.
Sure enough, he'd never seen her again. But that also meant he'd never made her cry again.
Sighing, he looked back at her. "I was raised in a conservative household. The man was the brawn, the woman the brain. I was taught to treat women with respect, compassion, and the same extended to men. Friendly, affable, all things I was supposed to be. But above all else, mature."
A smile appeared on his face. "However, ingraining in me that the man was the protector has often lead to a protective streak in me, especially of women. Never once do I think they can't defend themselves... it's just apart of me to think that they need not put themselves in danger while I am around to do it. Biologically, men are more readily equipped to fight... so why not spare a womans life of pain if at all possible?"
It was cheesy, absurdly cheesy, but that had been his life's lessons. It was, perhaps, backwards, but he didn't care. Purpose sprouted from the idea, and ultimately that was what he savored. Purpose.
"I also tend towards being gruff, a bit stand-offish. I don't take kindly to challenges. All these things are good in a guard."