Sasha & Pavel
"Why was he not a good guy? Did he kill people?" Good and bad were relatively subjective to the half-demon, although he'd come to learn that not many people shared that view. It was proving to be quite frustrating, especially since very few people could give him a good reason for adhering to such rigid moral codes; human culture had clearly brainwashed them.
"Put down a tarp, I'll remember that," he said with a sage nod. Sasha hadn't expected him to know so much about guns and shooting people, so it was a pleasant surprise. Did he know about other methods of killing people too? What about torture?
He listened intently to the descriptions of the drinking games, although he wasn't sure he really understood them that well. "Why are they named after animals? And what do you win in the first one? In the second one you win money, I get that, but I don't have any money so I can only play the first game, but what do you win?"