He'd easily agree. While women could be dangerous- he's been shot, stabbed, and nearly poisoned by enough to know that's the case, men have been infinitely worse across many species. He also knows he's no prize, either, but he's not gotta worry about hardass clout right now.

"...Some parents are just damn awful. My boy's real father just wanted to use 'im for his own messed up shit. My own folks were... they liked havin' money more'n a kid." He trailed off there for a second, but the circumstances were always hard to face. "If they didn't worry about ya, to hell with 'em. You're already doin' pretty good to strangers all on your lonesome."

He motions to the little one in her lap. She seems real sweet, whether that was her parents doing or not. As his spiteful crew would have said, soft, but it suited her like a badge when it'd been thrown at him like rotten fruit.

"I sorta just go off and sit by myself in corners if I'm tired of folks. Go on patrols. Sometimes I just sit by someone an' keep 'em company." He's been known to quietly camp out by one of his friends and read or something without expecting conversation. "I guess there's a middle ground for people wearin' you out but it's rough going in a closed space like we got."