Maul orders a beer. Most sweet alcoholic drinks don't agree with him, not possessing the proper taste buds to appreciate their taste, so savory ones are more his style. He sips it as he talks with his brother.

"My master didn't care what I did in my spare time so long as I was prompt to answer his summons whenever he needed me. Indeed, I think during my teenage years he rather encouraged me not to be around. I gave him many migraines during that time period and he deserved every single one of them." There was a small bit of satisfaction at remembering those times, Maul young and impetuous, asking if he could just stay out and do what he wanted for the next few days and Palpatine massaging his temples and waving him off with a 'Yes, yes, do what you like. I will contact you later on.' Even his usual methods of dealing with Maul's bouts of independent thinking hadn't helped curb his moody teenage attitude.

"Yes, Coruscant seems very different compared to most versions of Earth....or even to other planets for that matter. There are over five thousand levels that make up the city, each one with people living, working, and otherwise carving out their own life and culture on them. Some who live deeper down have never even made it up to the surface levels. I could have spent a lifetime there and never explored them all." It had been a harsh life for Maul, living under his master's thumb, but at the same time there was never a dull day.

"I would ask her to change it but I think most of my mind is filled with electronic music and heavy metal at this point in my life." The former due to the type of music popular all over in the galaxy and the latter thanks to discovering it in Deerington.

"One needs to experience things for themselves no matter how stifling their cage may be," Maul observes. He was stuck in one only partially of Sidious' own making. The rest of it was in his own mind. After a certain point, he willingly stayed in it rather than try and escape even when the door was wide open.

Maul looks sympathetic as Wesker mentions having lost someone to the sea. "That is always a difficult process to undertake. I know personally how hard it can be." The last few ones had hit him pretty hard. Varian. Fern. Rose. People he had come to grow very fond of and now once again they were gone. He doubts he shall ever meet them again even if a faint hope remains deep within him.

"You shall have to tell me some of your favorites. I am always interested in hearing something I haven't heard before," Maul says as he drinks his beer. "Metallica has become by favorite Earth band."

The Sith Lord stays silent as he listens to Wesker talk about a love that could-have-been. "I knew her as well," he says softly. "She had an inordinate amount of kindness to her." Maul will never forget what she had done for him when he'd been transformed into a kit. He can see why the qualities of the woman would have drawn the scientist out of his usual emotional detachment from most people.

Maul thinks on that question for a moment, sipping his drink before he settles on an answer. "Mourn them and what might have been possible. Emotions like that are not meant to be bottled up. Trying to do so will only make it hurt worse." He lifts up his drink. "And there is already liquor present if you wish to get drunk."

"Yes, she was extremely gentle to me when I was in the form of a child. It helped me to realize certain things about my past that I had long clung to were untrue and I no longer had to believe that fiction." Namely that what his master had done to him was for his own good. It had been abuse and Maul can now finally admit that, both to himself and others.

"Is that the type that attracts your attention? Those that are opposite to your nature?" Hmmm, does he need to go on the hunt for someone for Wesker to date? After all, he doesn't want the other man to be lonely.

"You do realize that's hardly the discouragement to me on having either outcome happen, don't you?" Maul has a rare mischievous side that raises up mainly around his family and Wesker is no exception. He can't help but mess with his blood brother a little bit, especially if it will help with his morose feelings right now.

Maul takes the comments and the tweaking of his horn in stride. It’s refreshing to see a lighter, more humorous side to his often solemn and serious brother. “Of course I was an adorable kit. Anytime I get turned into one due to the Pthumerians’ machinations, everyone always treats me kindly.” Those big golden eyes combined with Maul’s small stature and sweet, timid, innocent demeanor means he’s very good at charming people even without being aware of it on a conscious level.

“There is a saying that like will find like and that is true for me. But there is also one that says opposites attract and I do believe that one is true in your case.” He makes a note to see if he can find someone who fits the bill for Wesker here in the city among the Sleepers. It won’t be an easy task but now that Maul has gotten the kernel of the idea into his head, he’ll be hard-pressed to get it out again.