"Oh, sounds like that's a common fate to those poor fellows who venture too much out there, dare I say?"
The walk towards meeting with the boss was taking a bit too long for Dylan, who could have swear they had already pass the same tree once before. As the Crow asked about himself though, a brief memory flashed in his mind; the warmth of a woman long gone, the distant echoes of the sweetest laugh Dylan had ever heard... And then the con man turned back to his trademark wit before replying.
"I would like to think myself of more like a bitter kinda pea, if you must know."