[Perhaps one day Cain will realise he's dealing with an exceptionally intelligent man who continuously does exceptionally stupid things. That, and he's currently terribly drunk. But until that day arrives--

--Julian allows himself to be pushed and manhandled into position with only a soft-spoken 'oh', rolls over easy despite the perceived heaviness in him, the numb leaden sensation of his limbs. Shifts subtly to allow easier access for the other man's arms to slide around him. Presses himself flush against the warm weight of Cain's hard-muscled chest.]

It's never that easy, is it? To just...let go of things that have been weighing you down for years. But I suppose it's uh, that is, it's all a bit alarming, isn't it? All of this. Being trapped in some magical realm with no way to return home. All this stuff about witches and...and monsters...well. Rather the devil you know.

[Though his tone, it dips towards wry. He's not strictly sure he'd want to encounter the devil he knows, again.]