That earns a snort, though he's getting the vibe he doesn't mean the sort of bad decisions Frank would have to monitor. He's been wrong before, but not often, and he seems a decent person overall on first impression. The dog helps the image being painted in his mind.

"Well, like me... suspending my recovery to get into this place when I could've just walked in a day later."

His AA chip had felt heavy in his pocket, so heavy he's almost glad he gave it away even if all he wants to do is to begin to earn it back. Whatever that magic bush weed was, it's nothing like alcohol is for him, but after all that happened in Dranbu he can't be sure what he's done or didn't do anyway. This place has a way of blurring lines he never thought he'd cross again. Getting high to learn about magical beasts definitely qualified.