Nick was rarely in a mood to talk, but given the likelihood that he would pass out here, the idea of waking up to Hannibal's corpse didn't exactly appeal to him, for whatever reason.

"Bit numb," he mumbled, closing his eyes and sighing. Holding his focus for long enough to get that last bit out was exhausting all on its own. "Anyway, doesn't matter so long as you don't try it. Some kind of fucked-up Greek life-energy vampire death-eyes bullshit, hell if I even know what I'm supposed to be, anymore. Gave up trying to figure it out and it's not like I'm rushing back to Kalymnos to ask. I'll come stumbling back with snakes for hair next or something."