"Hell." Of all things, that finally gets a smile out of him. He has to lower his drink so it doesn't spill. "Honestly? The only thing that makes sense to me is that I've lost my mind. You might be some...patient nurse humoring me." 

That honestly is a lot of honesty. The awkwardness of it pierces the pleasant haze afforded him by the drink (the drugs), so he finishes his current serving, too--sucks in a deep breath and lets it out slow. It feels good, but get together. He presses his smile flat, except for a hook at the corner. "I think I like your idea better. I'm not afraid of any devil. Are you?"