[Jasper looks towards the beach: a world away from the frozen wastes of the northern hemisphere. He finds it easier to speak of those solitary years in this warmth. Feelings are shared because of alcohol. He dwells on them as he looks at his drink and finishes the glass.]

Not much as I would like. Not that I had the opportunity.

[He grumbles lowly.]

Work kept me busy. The need to keep a certain image. I am certain you understand?