"Yeah, man. Seriously. Next time you have some sort of supernatural enemy, try negging it. If I'd tried when I was like twelve I coulda had two more friends alive."

He shrugs like the deaths are just 'one of those things' but still pushes his glass forward for another.

"Fuck. Uh. I just got here so I have no idea how to pay you for this," he realizes abruptly. "Got some dishes I can clean? Or need a comedian for entertainment? I got that whole Pagliacci thing going for me now."