He takes another swig of his beer at those words. A look of exasperation on his face from the very idea.

"Don't call it that, Jim. I'm too old to be settling down now." Even he in good conscious couldn't say he was 'young'... but the thought of having to set up a home anywhere and give up his nomadic lifestyle was crummy enough. While his home world sucked for a lot of reasons, he still needed to get back to it.

That brat he's the guardian of being left somewhat unattended and the literal potential end of the world is more than enough to keep his mind busy. "If I gotta twiddle my thumbs here for more than a week I'll lose my goddamn mind."