It was a fair question. "I was in over my head," he said, drumming his fingers over his knee. "I owed someone really powerful a lot of money, and I couldn't pay up. So when they came collecting, I had to do some things I am not particularly proud of." It'd gotten a lot worse than described; he'd been thrown into fighting rings, used to run drugs, and put in a number of ugly situations. "It helped not to fear, and it helped more not to care who I hurt in the process."
He drew himself up taller. "You're my new favourite." That was one of the surprisingly numerous benefits to the end of the world, he supposed. No more being called the demon bunny.
"You'll have to tell me what you come up with," he said, tapping his temple with the middle and index fingers of his right hand. "I'm a lot of things, but a mind reader is not one of them."