He nodded, "That seems to be the case for most of us." he chuckled, "Safety in numbers, and all that bullshit is what I hear. Don't know what they're afraid of."
He looked her up and down as she ate unpleasantly as if tolerating her meal. "What makes you happy, Miss Dorny?" he asked a rather personal and blunt question as if he had the right to. Malcolm was aware of her being taken back by his forwardness, but didn't hold himself back from continuing. He leaned forward, his drink cupped in his hands, looking right into her eyes with an odd look as if he was thinking quite a bit. "Nothing seems to. And you're a pretty girl, aren't pretty girls suppose to always be happy and laughing?"