Boy, I know more about you than you do yourself. At least, when you was back home. I can't account for anything now. But I'm pretty certain you haven't changed all that much. 'Cept for the thieving, of course.
I can see you still get riled up real quick just like your last name. All quills, like a damned porcupine.
Well...shit. The old man spat that one out finally, did he? Yeah well, that's old history, kid.
So that's who that young woman up there is? I take it she's your girlfriend, then. That explains it.