"Even if I can pop in and out without a trace?" He asked as he took a long swing from his bottle and then lighting his cigarette. Penny couldn't help but feel a little bit cocky when it came to his abilities. It made him a target but thanks to others he'd begun to think that it was pretty cool.

"I hate fucking sharing things about myself."

Be it magic or something else. He rarely told people that he heard voices in his head, let alone screaming. "I still got that fucking patch on. Don't know how long I can wear it before it causes some sort of damage." They never did say.