[ He nods at the idea of different kernels of truth slipping into different stories. Sure, that makes sense; broken clocks and all that. Doesn't really matter now, considering he's sitting with an actual demon, introduced tequila to him and everything.

Amos listens with interest as Sebastian and the bartender talk, tipping his glass a little back and forth and watching the remaining liquid inside before he decides to down what's left. After this and a couple of shots he's definitely not up for whatever it's gonna take to get Sebastian drunk; he'll make a note of it, though. Turn his eyes back to Sebastian as he sets his now-empty glass back down. ]

Well, gotta start somewhere, right? Getting drunk ain't a bad one. Relaxes you, gets rid of your inhibitions. s'nice.

[ Maybe he could do with a standard refill... eh, he'll cross that bridge when the bartender comes back. For now, though, Amos sits up a little straighter, a little tilt to his head. ]

I dunno if you can really call it dying if you just come back though, right? The tree didn't kill me — [ nope, what it did was much worse, but he's just gonna carry on talking like they're comparing wines or some shit. It's no big deal — ] but I died once, back in Horos. It was fine. Better than living at the time.

[ He sighs. ]

Don't know why people keep making a big deal out of it.