"They're just... not?" he says helplessly. "I mean. The only people who think demons are real are like, the serious religious nutjobs. 'JESUS SAVES OR YOU'RE GOING TO HELL' types. Repent-the-end-is-nigh. I dunno, I don't know to answer that. Nobody I know has any proof demons exist?

"--I don't mean here, obviously. Here, I think everything exists." He knuckles at his eyes and wishes he had some sunglasses.

"Cuz Amsterdam--" he yawns, "--has really loose drug laws. Weed's legal and most other things you wanna shoot, puff, snort, drink, or whatever.

"You selling anything?" he asks, and then, realizing that can maybe be taken in one way given their current conversational topic, he clarifies, "I mean, any of your stuff here?"