"Sure, it's weird, but what does it matter?" He continues to eat the apple, by some mechanism not entirely obvious, but which leaves unsettling grooves on the flesh of the fruit.

He makes no motion to move. "Do we have to go?" and there's that particular, very Don-like, whine in his voice despite its strange and slightly off register. "I'm fine! Better than fine, I'm not even worried about you anymore. I mean, that's the biggest thing that's been weighing on my mind since I got here... And poof!" he gestures vaguely around his head, "Gone!"