You're not human. [ A repeat, just in case the other was hard of hearing. He cocked his head to the side, looking the other over but it didn't seem like he had any nefarious plans cooking in that bleached head of his — at least not right now.]
Either that or you're dead. [ Another cock of his head, this time to motion for Sam to calm the fuck down already so they could go have that drink.] Whatever you are, I need a drink.