Baphomet chuckles. "Thank a year of personal growth in this place." He could not have done that a year ago. He would have understood in the back of his mind, sure, but talk about it? Pfffft. It would've been hella hard at best and possibly get stuck here so long he died.

He rocks back and forth on the two chair legs. "Not dead," he answers easily, not giving a fuck for the casualness. "Thought I'd die in April, but I'm still kicking. I'm just that fucking awesome."

Baphomet winks, and his flames burst from the side of his eyes.