[He just drags his eyes slowly and deliberately across Matthew's outfit, he noted that little tic in his heart, noting a lie, but refuses to bring it up. Mostly because he didn't even know what part of that he might be lying about. He just shrugs.]

Suit yourself, but I'm tellin' you, sweatpants were kinda one of the best inventions of the century.

[He sticks one hand eagerly out for the bag though.] Everythin' here? Includin' the pot? [Not that he didn't trust Matthew, in fact quite the opposite, he was visibly excited. He'd went out to buy all the regular stuff earlier to make joints. He didn't know if he'd pick up a pipe or anything here and was trying his best not to look shady about things. Waving Matthew in he closes the door behind him and crosses over to the kitchen counter, propping himself against it.]

You tell me, what d'you think my sin is?