[He shrugs. An apology is unexpected, and unneeded, honestly. Hector's past the point of caring what other people think of him.]

But you're not the torch and pitchfork-carrying type. That's good to know.

[The place Hector is from... wasn't great for impartial justice, to say the least.]

You can eat, you know. I won't be offended.

[He picks a nut from a little bowl of bar snacks and pops it into his mouth to punctuate his point.]