So much for laying low (Preacher ep 4 spoilers)[x-post: d_p]

[bloodandwhiskey]

Look, I don't know why yeh keep rollin' yer eyes at me like that. A man's got t'do what he has to to survive, hasn't he? Just basic survival instinct, it is.

And, okay, so I didn't need the blood, but it sure as shite helped, didn't it? Not only that, but saved me from gettin' poked and prodded and monitored by doctors who wouldn't know what t'do with me, now didn't it? Can you imagine? Me, movin' round, havin' all sorts of conversations, lovely as anythin', but no pulse, gaping wound in me neck, lacerations all over. Weren't fun gettin' knocked out that window to be sure, but things worked out, didn't they?

But I'm sure as shiete not gettin' a refund on my time with that girl, though. That's the real tragedy of all this.

So me secret's out. Sort of. Y'know, maybe how them vampire hunters keep findin' me... think this has anythin' t'do with that? Suppose I'd better keep a sharper eye out, then. Still, she didn't seem too scared. Confused, more like.

What d'you mean that makes me an awful person? Who wouldn't do what I did? Gettin' a kiss from a pretty girl. I asked, did I not? Didn't hold her down and make her do it. She knocked me out a window, besides. Honestly, a kiss was the least she could've done t'make it up ta me. Christ, no pleasin' you, is there?

...Oh don't you go playin That Song, now. Just plain rude, you are.