Matt scoffed lightly, thinking about Cassidy at that age swinging wildly at a group of men, spitting nothing but accent and rage. Amusing only in hindsight - he could relate to the needs that arose when coping.

"Yours," he replied, eyes still locked down on the flame. "It never works as well when I inject it myself and I'd hate to waste goods."

He glanced up briefly and realized he felt a bit awkward. To mitigate that, he leaned back, propping his weight on his wrists and ignoring the fact that he was sitting like a 22 year old collage student with no class to speak of.

"I ended up getting sent off to Germany. A mountain of opium wasn't enough to settle or sate my needs. I'm damned near conservative now, if you can believe that."