"Grey's a place more people could stand to live in," Emerson remarked honestly. People so often clung to one extreme or another that truth became lose and both ends. "People rarely realize that truth is somewhere in the middle, somewhere in the grey." The witch frowned thoughtfully. Fuck, he'd forgotten how philosophical he could get when he was drinking.
"Your scotch has a way of making me think I'm some kind of philosopher," he cracked the joke with a grin, trying not to serious up the place too much.