Jaime is not quite savvy enough to note her preference of focus, although his smile does go crooked, bemused at her apparent interest. Fortunately, he does consider himself interesting.

"Hone my skills so as not to get killed when I am here. If you're anything like myself, you'll find yourself significantly tried when it comes to running with the pack." A hesitation, before he admits; "I also keep a horse. There are larger forests I can ride without interruption, and make a day or a week of it if I choose."

None of that sounds particularly unlonely, Jaime.