"The tree? Yes you're right I would. I'd have to have a wringling match outside. Think anyone would pay to see that?" The more they drove further out, bits of his usual self started to slip in. He had been a perfectly decent boy when handeling money. He hadn't stole a single thing. Not even a toothpick from the bar. "Wonder how much I could make..." He mouthed under his breath in thought.
He still held in the majority of those feelings he'd aquired, they sat in his stomach like a rock.
"I'm not in the business of calling someone crazy when they say they're immortal." He rolled his hand around as he spoke. "Immortals usually pick up on each other, but they're usually a lot more powerful feeling than a mortal. But its not like I keep a record of who I've run into before..." Which he did. Just like he did of mortals who he'd used throughtout history that made a bang. Kings, princes, philosophers, the list went on. It was like newspaper clippings or scrapbooking for a Sin.