Good thing too. Szel was sort of hoping for a miserable hallucinogenic trip full of hyper sensitivity and terror. This was sort of the fucking opposite.

"Someone must have dosed ye with some kind of club related drug." Hey, he was two thousand years old, not from two thousand years ago. He knew about chemicals he lived through the sixties, thanks.

"Could be worse, could be out humpin' a tree in the nude I suppose."