"It's not you," Quinn replied, contemplating what to say and how to. "It's something I do from time to time, I guess. I'll only be like this for another week or two, probably."
He watched her carefully, more so than he had done before. The beauty of switching completely over was that he could focus better. While he was in the living plane experiencing the blurred lines, he tended to find it harder to concentrate. Death's lingering chill, the lack of energy his body had and the feelings of detachment at the moment distracted him and often caused him to zone out or not be as perceptive as he normally was. However, when his vision fully switched over to the ghostly plane he was able to focus entirely on the beings that inhabited it.
"I'm aware of that," he said as she said she was a demon again. He listened to her as she spoke, hers words now sounding more genuine. So either she was being honest now or it was more to do with him seeing her true form, or perhaps it was a combination of both. He quirked a faint smile at her expression before deciding to relent a bit.
"I arrived here dead. Two bullets in my chest, one in my head." He tapped the centre of his forehead. "Then I revived in the morgue just before the doctor was going to perform an autopsy. After death I experience blurred lines between the planes of the living and the dead, and occasionally my vision switches to just the latter. Alcohol can make the switch last longer," he added almost as an afterthought.