Kreft would stand there as the woman would talk about how boring her life was and how he had killed her fun. Kreft really didn’t see a point in fun, seeing as the only time he could even compare to having fun was when he was fighting and preferably winning. So he didn’t have fun often which didn’t bother him too terribly much. “My name is Kreft, and I do not see the point in whatever sort of fun you were having. So therefore I do not feel bad about killing it. Fun is a luxury activity anyways.” He had no clue what he hoped to obtain be saying these words but he was simply making his thoughts known.