"What's it to me? Really, nothing. I'm just nosy. Nosy and curious. Especially when a very attractive woman offers herself to you and you turn her down like a stumbling, awkward, teenager afraid of his first time." He pauses, leaning back in his chair, still giving that studying look.

Plus, whether he wanted to admit or not, he liked Crocker. The man's, apparent, lack of social normalcy both intrigued and concerned him. How was the guy supposed to....well, do anything when he could walk down the street without running into things?
"You can't drink without landing yourself in a hardcore hangover and you stumble over the very air you breathe when a woman even glances at you. It's like you have no idea how to be a regular bloke."