"Rumor says a lot of shit," he said flatly, thinking of the rumors that made him out to be a wild party man with a string of lovers and orgies behind him. Not that there hadn't been lovers- and orgies, but nowhere near what rumors claimed.
"About? Why does it have to be about anything?" His brogue was a lot thicker when he spoke, between being upset and drunk, it was a wonder he wasn't just slipping into Gaelic. "I'm getting old, Ess, that's all. Old and bitter and stupid."