"Clearly I don't," he answers, managing somehow to make his tone vaguely insulting-- as though Ed's the ignorant one here. "And as you're in my house I think it's only reasonable that you owe me an explanation."

The other man-- if he is a man; some sort of faith-birth aberration or something stranger still-- looks completely out of sorts, which makes Eugene feel a bit more in control of the situation. His hands aren't shaking as he moves to fish a cigarette and book of matches from his pocket. It's slightly squashed at the end.

"So, let's have it."