"Any amount of time with starvin' soldiers is some kinda hell," Johnny grumbled absently. This was a soldier who had become a legend? He was entirely too pretty, hardly looking like he could survive the rigors of soldiering and a battlefield existence. But then he mentioned Rome, and Johnny's doubts were put to rest. So this musician-soldier-immortal friend was one of those ancients from that pinnacle of debauchery, Rome. Made sense that he'd look less than Johnny's idea of a soldier, then.
He stood up and casually waved a hand in greeting when introduced, more interested in putting his guns away. Drinks with Adam, as in the Biblical Adam, a Roman soldier who had become immortalized, and what were apparently Christ analogies? Goddamnit, he'd been tricked into letting a religious figure stay with them, hadn't he? Like that wasn't bound to make things awkward. They would definitely be having words later tonight, after Emo took care of these unseen wounds of Sebastian's and got him settled.