What? You thought what-- that I was good? Oh, mate. Don't fool yourself. I'm a demon. I'm evil. It's just the math of it.

[But talking about him disappearing had him reaching for his drink, gripping it tightly for a moment as he stared at the smoke wisping upward.]

I disappeared because I got a boot of whatever was mucking you up as well. According to the Slayer, it's a little premonition of things to come. Makes me all that more likely to try to fight to stay here.

[The burn was back, the remembrance of that pain, that guilt. He reached for the joint and took a longer, harder pull. Arousal washed over him instead. That was better than ghosts of guilt.]

Apparently I fell in love with the bloody bitch and went and got myself my soul back. That's what I fell into for those days. Torment and regret. You know what it's like to be evil, truly evil, for a hundred years, then feel bad for it because of a stupid soul?