Being attached to anything was honestly something Dusan hardly ever did. He was possessive that was no doubt but to say that he was attached? That seemed to incline itself towards having a need for it and certainly his otherwise aloof nature wouldn't abide by anyone seeing him that way. He and his mother had never been close but he did care for her, ensuring that she was well off but it wasn't as though they spoke day to day. Just the occasional check in but otherwise it had been an uneasy calm between them after his fathers passing. Maybe it was that much like with his father it had been she hadn't -wanted- to know what Dusan got up to. Where the money came from or what he would do when he disappeared for days at a time. But in the here and now it was free of any tethers. Heck he even sometimes left SPIRIT to handle it's own affairs for a while before hopping back in to ensure some part of the planet hadn't gotten torched or invaded. Sitting across from her he listened as he would start into eating the food she had prepared.
It was pleasant and even though he did like things a bit more on the spicy side he could appreciate what she had made. The sausage a little peppery from his initial selection but he could listen and eat at the same time, ensuring that he always swallowed and cleaned his pallet with a sip of his wine before he'd speak again. "I know what you mean. When I was growing up there was the idea of the supernatural being an impossibility but as time went by it proved to be less and less unusual to see or hear about super powered beings moving around. Some with minimal powers and others who could very well destroy a city without much thought. Say what you want but I think people with powers like that should be kept tabs on." He thought a little bit about how he'd been able to move himself further ahead financially thanks to his own powers but he had no interest in living a gaudy manner. Personal jets, gold toilets, things like that were so superficial and just begging for attention. He preferred being able to be out of the public eye. A nice enough home, his motorcycle, a car, and some alien tech was all he needed. "Going back to Crime though, I think in many ways though it helped prepare me. Better for trial by fire in the idea that now nothing takes you by surprise. I learned very young that people had the capacity to be terrible and self serving."