You missed some fine times, [Matt promised with a glance back towards him as he flicked a lighter and lit the pipe up, rising as he inhaled and dropping his head back, letting the smoke go after a moment.]

Hmm? Ah. Not directly, no. There are... a few here who have an inkling of what I am but in my world, talking about it openly means death. Old habits, I suppose. They're all two bad ideas and one idiot away from a mob anyway..

But I take it by your relationship with.. Jesse -[There was a hint of lofty disdain in the name now, ] - that it's not such a severely kept secret like that bottle?

[To be fair, he hadn't offered the pipe yet either, though he'd gladly trade, if for a second. ]