He had no idea what the hell she was talking about, but he'd look into it eventually. He sort of liked comic books and such other little hobbies, anything that could appeal to his violent side without him actually having to act on it. He kind of faltered when she touched him, and instantly felt a little...apprehensive. "Er, you don't have to thank me, really. It's just...I know what it's like to have people not like you just because of who you were, or what you've done, and if I can be someone you can go to about it, well..." he reached out and brushed her hair back, softly smiling at her a little. "...maybe I can keep you from feeling so fucking miserable all the time." he said.