"Quite an assumption." He muses but shrugs, "I suppose there are all kinds, no one asshole is alike and I'm sure you've never met ones like those I have dealt with."

He can feel his magics waning, slipping from his fingers. It's frustrating and he's hoping they'll get to shelter soon. He swears he sees a looming, large structure in the fog ahead and picks up the pace some.

"Well, Billy, I'm certain it would be a pleasure if it'd been under different circumstances. And I don't know about you but I hope the place we find has something hard to drink."