He stops abruptly, frowning to himself. Twilight? The hell is that supposed to mean? He sighs, passing a hand over his face before giving the teenager addressing him a look that is nothing short of exhausted as well as irate. It's been a long day. Hell, it's been a long year. He's not sure he has time for namecalling.

But lost?

Yeah. He kind of does fit the bill.

"Just thinking that this place is like no hell dimension I've ever seen before." Of course, he's only been to the really fun ones. Flames and hot pokers, check. Gladiator demons with human slaves and no appreciation for music, check. Flesh-rending bug monster dimension? Check. Illyria had once mentioned a world with nothing but shrimp. He'd missed out on that one, but he was kind of glad.

He shifts awkwardly, pulling his coat closed in the front to try and hide his wounds. It doesn't work. "I'll heal. I liked this shirt, though."