[Dion watches him as he laughs and slaps the counter, a slight awkward smile on his face, unsure what to make of such an admission. Especially when earlier he was accused of calling him a whore. He thinks he's getting the man's humor. Maybe.

The next question gives him pause, and he considers it in earnest.]

...If a single stamp is what your cigar cost, and each stamp is earned via completing a—I believe they are called kinks, then...it would give reason to believe a fair many acts would be required. If we are to use that as a metric, at least.

[How many cigars would be worth the cost of a whole new body, he cannot begin to know.]