[He's not scared of the troll. Not at all. Well alright, maybe he is a little but he would never fucking admit it. Not ever. He's honestly more scared of the fact that he doesn't know where the hell he is, or what's going on, or how he got there. It's a little fucking alarming after having woken up in the same bed as that monster, who claims to be your goddamn boyfriend. Just... this whole situation is really alarming and only a fool wouldn't be at least a little scared. Being scared keeps you alive, in the end.]

You're not making any. fucking. sense.

[His voice is hard and a little angry. He wants the truth, and he wants this guy to stop acting like they know each other, when he's never met him in his life. It's frustrating and downright weird.]

I'm not being dramatic, either. I don't know what you're talking about by shifts, or wizards or what the fuck ever. That's fuckin' stupid. What, you think I'm five? That I believe in fairies and unicorns? Right. Go sell your white van pedophile lies to somebody whose balls haven't dropped yet.