Sex has always felt…I don’t know…good, you know? I mean, really, really good. But, uh…Sometimes, it just makes you feel bad, you know? You’re drunk. You shack up. Then, it’s the whole morning thing. You know, “Hey, that was fun.” And then, “adios,” you know? Always the “adios.”
Saving people, hunting things, the family business? I am down. But I was raised on Tolkien, man. I mean, where is all this? Where are my White Walkers and my volcano and magic ring to throw in the damn thing? Where’s my quest?