"Oh, you do not even want to know how well he makes his weird shit work for him, trust me," I immediately reply, holding up a palm to stop Kira right there, except not really, because this is the good village gossip. I squint at Bull from across the wavering firelight. "If I was into Tim Curry in that movie about the unicorn with baby Tom Cruise, he could get it," I admit.

Could, but wouldn't, because that's actually the point of the conversation, even if it's veered pretty far away from the tribulations of zombiism.