He makes a face at that. "Yeah, they never seem all that restful, do they? More's the pity. You'd think someone would teach them the value of a good naptime or something. Or a vacation. Chill out on a beach, drink some martinis, find their zen."

Fat chance.

He turns serious again, curious and thoughtful as he eyes the man. "So is that why I'm here? Why Malina brought me back? because I gotta admit, my skill-set didn't really come equipped for rock monsters and doomsday devices."

Even if he'd doe reasonably well. And the knowledge he had made him better equipped than he was altogether comfortable admitting. Just because he preferred to pretend all that mythological knowledge he had lodged in his memory was still just that - a myth - didn't mean he was delusional enough to keep lying to himself in the face of it.