Wapun Meadow i got a lot of demons, and i’ve been sleeping with em’

Well, that's... direct. He pauses for a second, then snorts. It's a long one, He tells him, one corner of his mouth pulling up wryly. And maybe I'd rather hear yours, instead. He's — not sure where that came from, really, but he's not about to take it back. It's true anyway. He'd rather do just about anything than talk about himself.