"C'monnn, you like to lord it over people a bit. Don't worry about it. Own your vices. No likes a saint anyway. That's why they all end up dead."

He's a difficult person to talk out of his particular world view. Especially when it comes to human nature. But thankfully, he's not a difficult person to distract with other things. "Oh. Too bad. I thought that was awfully enterprising of you. There's a guy selling a metric ton of guarana towards the center of town. That stuff packs a punch if that's what you're looking for." Clearly he's sampled the goods by now. What's a guy to do without Redbull.