"You're in a coven of dicks." Ghoul's face screws up bitterly. It's hard to expect much else from Daybreak at this point, but still. Nobody deserves this. "I almost feel bad for givin' you shit. Your friends probably don't need any help."

Does that mean he's going to stop, though? Not necessarily. Better luck next time.

Ghoul doesn't think much of Desmond's antsy behavior until a dark smudge beneath all the glitter catches his eye. "What's that?" He hadn't bothered looking Desmond over very closely before, because he's wearing basically nothing and that's weird. But that looks like a tattoo. He likes tattoos. He only has about eighty million of them himself, so of course he leans up and in to get a better view.