"The only one that plays games here, Castiel, is the City itself." Jesse shook his head, taking a long drag off of the cigarette and following it with a drink of whiskey. "Your life is your own here, I don't aim to use you for ... well... anything, honestly. I'd like t'be yer friend, which might seem like a lot to ask of ya, but it's the honest truth."
He looked at the angel, wanting to say more, but unable to form the words in the right way that wouldn't sound overly cheesy or fake. Jesse already felt like he was pushing the boundaries of fake.
"Like I said, I'm here for ya. Ya need somethin, you just ask."