Cormac smiled despite himself. "Teasing or not, I have nothing to be ashamed of," he said flatly. "I don't agree that men are more genuine. I find the women I associate with very open, genuine, and sincere. And they are the first ones to kick my ass when I do something they think is wrong, too."
He shook his head. "I find no fault in playing the game, which I think you misunderstand. You need to in order to be successful and sometimes even happy in this world. But I think everyone should have those people who they bear their soul to and know - no matter what they say or do - that person won't reject them or turn them away. They may disagree. They may not understand. But in the end, they will still be there for you. I think the world would be an incredibly sad place for those who just play the game, and in the end, those who just play the game are the ones who lose in my opinion." He paused, and shrugged. "I play the game as much as anyone, but I have those people that don't care in my corner and as I get older, those are the people who matter. Those are the people I'd go to the ends' of the earth to protect even if I know they are wrong."
"Yes, definitely. And they are good which makes it so much worse for me," he said with a grin. "Exactly. Half the world in general are slobs."