[Alright, perhaps he does feel a little guilty at how quick he was to judge and the hand at his horn makes a dismissive motion as he turns to look back over.]

No, no. Different worlds, I get it. You're not the first, and you sure as hell won't be the last. Just, to say the least, where I'm from? There'd be no difference between you and me. Now I'm just making assumptions, but you eat? I eat. You fool around? I fool around. You sleep? ...okay so that one's a little tricky, but that's not the point. The point is, can't judge a book by its cover.

And if I'm being honest? I sure to hell hope that Connor knows that, somewhere deep down. That amount of self-loathing isn't good for anyone. Fries the circuits, all that.