Adam was in the process of breathing deeply in the hope that he could ease himself into nonchalance. The whole thing had him feeling like he was standing on an angle, like the whole world was at an angle. He didn't doubt that he could deal with it, but he needed the phantom feeling of his body being invaded to go away first.

After a moment, he turned his attention to the other man, his shoulders tense and something in his expression uncertain. "I've only heard a little. Something about a city of sin. It's got to be a nickname."