[Well... he's a little buzzed at this point, and he's already told the whole city that he's all but neutered. Seems fair to point out to someone who's spending too much money on alcohol with him that he's really actually safe. And to rub it in because he hates himself.]

Soldier boys nabbed me a while back. Did some experiments and shoved some kind of bloody chip in my brain. Can't even think about actually hurting a human without it going off. Like a migraine from hell. Pointed a gun at some sod once. Thought about pulling it. It went off. Makes taking blood from someone who might want it not bloody likely.

[Another drag, head lolling forward from where it had leaned back as he sighed, then reached for his glass.]

Likely needs one. They've been around since demons first walked the earth. I suppose some magic users got tired of being on the menu. That was their weapon. Can't blame them, really. It's one Slayer at a time versus god knows how many vamps and demons and other nasties.