Firefly Glen Come, come to your brother (thou shalt not die)

The man did not stop. He appeared to like the sound of his own voice quite a lot. Glaukos listened to the distant chatter of voices as the women spoke to the men, or the men called out in their way and danced, and was otherwise preoccupied with watching things unfold.
It would not matter if one did, he answered grimly. I am a soldier. I am not... Permitted.
He doubted Alaric would understand concepts such as honor, duty, or decency; he was not here to be the fun police, or to stop him from cavorting through this gathering like a butterfly tasting each flower — but it was not something that Glaukos could allow of himself. He was watching and learning, and nothing more.