William was met with an interesting answer, to be sure. He honestly expected her to answer openly about it, but it seemed even asking that question had caused some sort of internal conflict within herself. Unfortunately, William was not the type to enjoy manipulating others, it just simply wasn't his thing, so he decided to leave the subject at that. It would be much better this way anyway.
But why did William ask that? Was he starting to regret the relationship he'd had with his own parents? His own family? Was he starting to regret every relationship he'd had up to this point? Thinking hard about it, he had realized that the people he liked most weren't existent. He did not prefer his father or mother to a stranger on the street, and he did not prefer a neco to a homosapien. The woman in his bed weren't treated that differently from the woman on the streets, save for some smooth talking he never truly meant. Had he been living a empty life? He only ever seemed to truly be happy when he was working on weapons, and those murdered people, if one was to be extreme. But even then, this was the first time he decided it necessary to question it, in his own way. Before it had never bothered him in the least.
"I don't wish for your pity, nor sympathy. I simply have a mission I decided for myself long ago, and I cannot allow this "obstruction" to prevent myself from progressing towards this "goal"."
"I won't pity you nor try to hinder your attempts. It is a fact that I myself am currently investigating the whereabouts of the same group of people you are, and it would perhaps be best if we were to search for them together, as they caused me similar grief. I had been working on my Alexander when a group of men had stormed my estate and murdered everyone there, save for myself. I managed to bring my prototype with me." he answered, then added, "It would be safe to assume that there was a reason for the attacks on us, and we're connected to it somehow. Although I can only give a few educated guesses as of now, the suits are most probably the cause."
William had noticed the weapon that Quinn's model owned when they had first met earlier. It was some form of hammer, albeit with much modification likely meant to differentiate it from others. What it was capable of was information William was not privy to yet, but he assumed due to that that Quinn preferred to go on the offense, as due to him being limited to buffing his armor's integrity, he was unable to produce a suitable weapon in the same amount of time. He deduced that her suit might not be able to handle near as much damage as his could, though with that hammer it definitely had the better offensive capabilities. But this was fine. A suit was meant to protect. There was little William feared Alexander could not handle when it came to weaponry. Small arms fire was all but useless against it, and heavier weapons could typically dent at most. Only the heaviest weapons had a chance of outright destroying it, and that would likely be impractical. Needless to say, the only true weakness with his suit was its power drainage. And he'd get to fixing that soon enough.
"E-either way, I do not know the reason for my actions, but I do desire to bring these individuals to justice. By the way, is it slightly cold in here for you?"
The gold-haired man did not hide his eyes as he checked the woman out, and spotted the very reason why she would make that sort of comment. "If I had to guess, it is because your choice of apparel is rather lacking as of now." he said straight. He would admit she did rouse him in some ways, but he certainly wasn't about to get flustered over something like this. It just wasn't like him at all. "I assume you don't plan on going out like that?"