The incubus arched an eyebrow, at that. "I have a feeling you're far more interesting than you give yourself credit for, you know. And you don't have to drink alcohol. In fact, if you wish to stay away from it, we can have sodas, or even just water...really, it's just an excuse to talk."
Judas headed away from the trailer, back to the main fairway of the carnival, to the food tent. He spent rather a lot of time here, he realized, when he wasn't sleeping or fucking or performing...
"So, how did you come to be at the carnival?" It was a standard question, one he asked almost everyone...