"You," he retorted, "Her." He shook his head, eyes casting off somewhere else for a second as he took a deep breath and set that aside. His opinion didn't matter; Callisto already knew the 'rules' as it were. No use beating dead horses.

He started his answer with a shake of his head. 'Served' isn't the best place to start, but it at least confirmed that she saw what he thought she saw.. What Malcolm told him he'd seen.

"Do you know married? Your mother, father." He laces his fingers together, tone as patient and casual as it ever was. "Family, yes? My.. my woman broke that." His fingers broke apart as he cast them down like he was slinging shit off them. "Divorce. 'Served' is just about the paper. The legality. I'm sure you've got laws of the land, rules.." His brow furrowed a little. "But maybe not."

Don't get him started on the consideration of what made a Civilization enough to have such kind of dedicated, scripted social rules. He's thought about it.