[Exposed, he calls it. How chaste.]

Thats a lot of concern for people who can't even feel the pain of it. I'm not ashamed of it, you know. It just inconveniently identifies me.

[He shrugs and takes a sip, content to take the second glass a little slower. Until Dion catches up that is.]

That's the one thing I thought might be different, you know. Here we are, dead as doornails, and it still hurts and it's all still here.

[As he tugs the collar of his yukata open to give Dion a quick peek of his torso. There's a lot of it, that's for certain.]

What a joke.