GHB shrugged. "I've got a good immune system." Well, that didn't make any sense. But GHB wasn't worried, he just wanted a bit more information about Marijuana's Dave and if the conversation took a more... interesting turn, it would only be entertaining for him. From the way Dave had been looking at him, it was obvious the older mortal knew, knew about the family, knew who GHB actually was.
But Dylan didn't. Interesting. GHB's hand went to his pocket, fingertips tracing over the bills as if he was counting it casually but, really, what did he care about the money? He just cared that Dylan was selling him. "Oh, it's probably because Marc himself doesn't like me very much. Was always the black sheep of the family, really. And big brother has that way with his employees, makes them loyal, makes them think like him." GHB shrugged again. "No worries, man, I didn't take it personally." Yes, yes, this was going to be very entertaining.