Yeah. I get it. Earth standard is good enough. [Five hundred. His mind staggers over that number, briefly, unable to comprehend that much time alive. And all because of magic? Too many questions bubble up; overwhelmed, Cain fiddles with his newly filched lighter instead. Gets the end lit, and takes a few hard drags.] ... Never heard of anything like the kind of magic in your world, so it's just hard to understand.

[Sir, do you take people to your messy room to fuck.]

Okay, well. Thanks. [...] You don't gotta stick around if you're busy, or whatever. Just wanted to see if it worked.