"I know not of love." He admitted with a shrug, it was something he had been curious about but he hadn't needed such a thing in his youth to survive, and as an adult there was never time for it. His sister had gotten on his case for being as old as he was and unmarried, but he saw no real point in it. Love didn't keep you fed, and if the words of an old drunken priest were to be believed the only love that existed was in death. "I know farm and work." He went on before looking back to her and pieces clicked.

"Love hurt you?" He had heard love could hurt.