GHB smiled lightly. "'Sup, dude?" Pushing strands of blonde hair back from his eyes, he took a step inside, eyes flicking down to the carpet for a moment to see if he had left any of his blood behind when he'd left to go back to his own apartment. Oh well, it wasn't like it really mattered anyway, Dylan was just a user. But, GHB remembered - he hated forgetting things - Dylan was a user who happened to have a connection back to Marijuana and thus, to Heroin, through that mortal who had stopped by earlier in the week. GHB wanted to know more about that connection, about that smoke-smelling mortal with so many track marks on his arms.
But he settled for shrugging as he set the bag down, bending to open it up for Dylan before taking the cash. "There was a lot of blood. Once that was cleaned off, I realized there were only a few little cuts. 'Sides, I heal quickly." GHB pocketed the cash and lingered for a moment. "That guy who came by, Dave, was it?" GHB had to be careful, he didn't want to come across as too nosy. "He seemed busy. In a hurry. He's Marc's second, right?"