"Yeah, I'm pretty much impossible to drug after all the shit I did in college." He shrugs. "Might not have worked anyway. Imps don't have magic or soul contracts or whatever the fuck, but we are sturdy bastards."

He drops the cigarette to the ground and gathers Stolas more securely in his arms. "Also, I've never paid a cent for Angel Dust's movies. I pirated all of them."