"No, no, it's not like that, I'm sure he's--" wait, no. He shakes his head. "It's a thing in the bible. You're not supposed to get in league with him or you end up here. Though... I guess there isn't a full rule against talking..."

He strokes his chin, then gives a look of surprise.

"Really? Ay it'd be such a relief to be able to talk to someone here. Really hard to tell here who's going to be okay with that, you know?" The frantic note comes back again. "I'll handle the hangover. I'm, ah, familiar with that at least."