( eliot presses his thumb down and it pops right back, drawing a stern glare from ambrose that aimed right at his own hands. this is utterly ridiculous now. )

You avoid bonding? Then what is it you do for fun? Besides helping out gentlemen in dire need of assistance.

( yes, he was that gentleman and this was dire. ) Not here, I haven't. Back home? Oh, I've pissed off a great many people but I doubt they'd be able to reach across...well, whatever is separating me from them to curse me here.