As few as his actual social graces were - and they were few - he was able to read people. He saw the hurt, and it surprised him. Confused him. He tilted his head, blue eyes wide and focused, at her.

"I'm sorry. I don't have much reference." On nice, on apartments, or on visiting them. Business was something else, something he was trying to stay away from. Per se.

"It looks... pleasant to spend time in, and reasonably secure - though I doubt you needed me to say that. And I - can, though it doesn't have much effect. I was not supposed to get inebriated, after all, no matter who tried to make it happen."