Oh buddy, does he have stories about claws. Try shredding off your skin with your bare hands. It sucked, ttttthank you.

"Anything, huh? Well I'll keep that one in the ol' brainhole. Anyway, damn, you miss that shit? He got it from his home world and when you drink it your body literally would be like, candy bits. Had kids tryin' to bite my damn hair for spun sugar. He's from a world where like, everything is cookies I think? Totally bonkers, and I've seen some weird places. Must be like, jell-o world's cousin or whatever."

No, he won't explain any of that, thanks, and raises his hand in a quick twirl to a passing waiter to order two of the aforementioned drinks before his focus resumes on Childermass. "How long you been stuck in this dump anyway? Couple weeks? Months?"