and he’s telling everyone at the table to fight to the death over the one blonde girl.

And to make it even worse, he thinks no man actually likes the girl, or would enjoy being intimate with her. In his mind, “the girl” is only an object of status, something you ought to get to place yourself above other men, either because he’s always been a psychopath or because it’s been so long since he ever experienced connection with another human being that he doesn’t even remember what it is.