[With that yell he throws his hands up in frustration, but that gets him a few weird stares, which he surely notices, and he lowers his hands, using one to try to hide his face. Whispering:]

You are avoidin' this like the plague. I think you're full a shit, nothin' but grade fuckin' A bee ess. Which is fine, totally fine. You're scared and not actually immortal. Whatever, I got my answer.