A great big frown falls upon his face. Work all the motherfucking constant? That ain't do. That ain't motherfucking do up at all. (Even if he knows well the feeling of being sucked up into a task but that ain't the point!)

When Sam shakes his head he thinks for a moment that Sam might change his mind, bringing near a protest from him. But it's about the angels getting through and he realises he's gotten away from himself.

"I believe my world plays host to the angelic already. The seraphim speak from within the void their songs of inevitable carnage..." He smiles up at him bright and sudden, as though he did not just prophesize a great demise. "Your service is great all the same, my brother. May the stars be dusted special for you!"

He smiles more as Sam ponders, waiting with owlish eyes. He starts, blinking, over what he hears though. He gives a glance around the place, huge, alien, unknown. "I suppose I would need not notify the officer if they've not the mother fuckin knowing of mine absence..." What about his cull guardian though? But what about about him?

He grins slow. "Is this a cahoots you seek to build, for I am the willing."