'Oh, you recommend doing it the Cajun way?'

He laughs, and shakes his head. Someone comes too close, trying to get to the bar; he holds a finger up and looks at them until they go away.

'No, not my scene. Archaic rituals can stay in the swamp. Do you want a joint or two, or are you going to try and keep some faculties about you? I'd hate to go off and have fun, and think of you here alone, and defenceless, and whatnot.'

He is all concern. Clearly.