[Descole finishes his drink and slams it down on the table dramatically. He laughs at his own action and cuddles into his chair more, putting his legs up on the cushion of the chair.]

[He laughs louder at her words.]

I think I was shorter than him as a child. Actually, I was pretty short, that's why I got a lot of professional spots, I was short enough. Then, of course, I shot up. I think that's typical for men, I don't know about women.

[Considering he had never been around women that much. His life.]

No, I'm kinda glad I remember my parents. I like memories for the most part. I like to think it makes me stronger. I mean I hate remembering, but I like having them. Does that make sense?

I don't know I think I've drunk to much.

[And he pours himself another glass, giggling again.]