"You call it desire. I call it the duty that was set upon me since I was a child," Dorrek dismisses. "And if I do not do this, someone else will. Someone will attack your planet because the Skrull see it as a birthright. And your people will be decimated, Gar. In the truest meaning of that word. But by all means, have your opinions of me. You are, I fear, as frightfully naive as you are beautiful."

With that he rises again, abandoning food and table, and heads for the door. He cannot stand to speak to this foolish human any further. And there are other things he could do with his so rare free time. Like dealing with those members of his household who have made his guest feel unwelcome.