"Morbid, maybe somewhat," he admitted, but then his expression turned dark for a moment, and his tone suddenly flicked over to a more serious one. "But inevitable after what happened... You must not forget Helena, I may not have done many of the terrible things people accuse me of quite yet, but I've already committed enough. I've hurt people, I've... even killed people. But after facing down an actual... demonic creature or whatever," he paused, throwing his burnt cigarette into the dirt, "It makes you question eternity."
Shaking his head at her though, and once again returning to his lighter demeanor he said, "I won't disappear, not if I have any say in it." He wasn't super interested in returning to his real life anyway. Draining the rest of Helena's ale, he motioned back in the direction of the drinks. "Do you want something? I'm sure there has to be something non alcoholic here."