That made him chuckle a little, a deep sound that came from somewhere in his chest or maybe his stomach. It wasn't something that happened often.

"Darlin' I'll let the Bureau lock me up in a room this size and dictate, for the most part when I get out, but that's because they feed me six times a day, take care of my cats and Father was there. And note the use of the word let. I got out pretty much when I wanted to and they couldn't stop me."

He took the cigar out of his mouth and twisted it between his fingers a moment.

"I'm not invulnerable but I'm pretty fuckin' hard to kill. I've been run over by a train, set on fire more times than I can count and had a building fall on top of me. I ain't goin' nowhere and nobody's gonna make me."

He put the cigar back in his mouth and quirked an eyebrow at her "It was 'cause of the horns, wasn't it?"