Morthos had closed his eyes as he laid there, now that he'd gotten over his initial awkward feeling he was much more relaxed, he could probably fall asleep like this. He cracked an eye open and glanced at her at the creepy comment, but let her finish before responding. "No, you're right, I do it on purpose. People don't bug you when you're wearing a cloak and reading a book about the lower plains of hell." He closed his eye again and thought about something as Jax complimented Harguls job, apparently he looked good.

He didn't really mind the comment, but Jax apologized anyways, "nah, don't be sorry, that's just how he is I guess." He let out a big sigh, "you know something Jax? I've never really been comfortable with who I am, and because of that I just shut everyone out. I'd rather someone see me and think 'oh, that guy looks like trouble, I'll stay away' than actually have them find out who I am and judge me for real. But since yesterday when I bumped in to you I've been reconsidering things. You didn't recoil in horror when you saw what I was, that's why I was nice and walked you home with my fire. Maybe I should stop with the cloak, buy myself some normal looking clothes, maybe....."

Morthos trailed off and was quiet for a moment, then he started snoring lightly. Any kind of movement would wake him up, but alcohol did have a tendency to make him a bit sleepy.