He laughs once, not quite the mirthful thing a laugh tends to be, but still amused all the same. "Yeah, I did, and we did. It's pretty fuckin' handy." And that power, at least, is one that's so well-engrained in him that he barely has to think about or consider it before he uses it, as easy as breathing, always.

"Don't get too used to it. I'm not going on weekly liquor runs for you." he smirks.