It almost stings. Bitterness coils in his chest like an angry serpent. Perhaps just the realization that this existed in the world all along. Just never where he needed it to.

While she's put her goblet down, he hasn't. He in fact polishes it off entirely as she speaks, before licking his lips and leaning back once more. "I suppose it does. We do share that in common, don't we?" he replies, arching a brow at her.

"Having...people in our past trying to determine what we should be so badly, they'd etch it into our very skin. Here's to living to spite them."