No such luck. Owen had managed to wind down—or convinced himself he was as unwound as he could get at the moment—and so his attention turned elsewhere. Namely, the man next to him and the lighter in his hand. It wasn't very hard to tear his gaze from the click-clack of the lighter's lid when he heard the backpedal.

"Bit of a God-complex there?" For all that it was an innocent joke, Owen had run into several supernatural creatures back home who had tried elevating themselves above the human condition. It never really worked out.