Perrine noticed he hadn't caught her wink, so she leaned her elbows forward on the table, jutting out her bosom slightly (although she thought this was kind of ridiculous, she'd seen other ladies do it before and just sort of copied the move without really thinking about it) and clasping her hands before her. "I see." Although Perrine had only been in one relationship before, with Renaud, she did understand the feeling of needing something from a person and not receiving it. There was an undertone to his words that she picked up on but didn't mention, sensing that he wanted to keep that part of himself private. Maybe she'd hit a little close to home when she suggested a lady or a man troubling him. She wasn't one to judge, really- after all, look where she was now, who was she to stereotype someone on their life or self? -but she knew how to respect another's privacy, even when this drunk. "And you think you're 'too much for people to deal with' because..?" She hadn't expected this discussion to turn into a sort of talk-out-your-feelings-on-both-ends session, but she didn't mind in the slightest.