[Oh, hells.]

... I don't know why you can't feel it. It's definitely there. It climbed back on but now you're just going to call me a liar.

[Ugly little thing. He scratches at his skin, feeling the cracks underneath his gloves. He's not sure what's causing that either...]

And you seem like the kind of guy who might attack someone he decides he doesn't like.

[He's seen enough angry people to put two and two together.]