He is sorely tempted to ask what he is, but suspects that could lead to bad places and holds his tongue. Instead, he thinks that over.

In a low tone, quite candidly, he admits, "I've always had problems with that part." With a low laugh, Julian shuts his good eye, brow furrowed against those less happy memories. "'The enemy' doesn't mean much of anything to me. If someone needs helping, I want to help."

Pointedly, he does not directly address the fact that that is what got them into this situation. "You'd think being abducted and imprisoned by ‘the enemy’ would beat that out of someone. Or at least being suspected of treason afterward might." He sighs. Between the broken nose and his own frustration with the topic, his voice isn't quite steady. He pretends it is. "I know Miles worries about it, from time to time. We've argued about it before."