Man, you don't even know the half of it. She's too good for me.

[Honestly, he finds it hilarious that Cruz is the kind of guy to make a spot-on joke of an observation like that after knowing them all of a few minutes. He snickers and leans in to give Chrissy a kiss, tasting cinnamon on her lips.]

Y'know, I know a guy back home who, every now an' then, you see him for the dead man he is. Blink an' you miss it, or just outta the corner of your eye. But to everyone who knows him he's alive as the day before he died, otherwise, except you can't fuckin' kill him, now. So what's that make him, huh?

[He has no answers to offer, but he's enjoying rambling as thoughts get muted by the alcohol and the weed. He'll have to slow down though or this guy is going to have to drag them both to bed.

Cruz looks interested in this, but only as a curiosity. He, too, has to just shrug.]

Maybe it's something in the water over there in California. Next I know you'll tell me you have vampires and witches, too.