[ But he takes it mildly offended regardless, peels back his lips in a bit of a sneer again. ] Do I look like all my teeth are fallin' out? Meth head, he says. [ No, it's mine, he wants to specify, it's my meth, I made this with my own two goddamn hands, but instead his fingers scrub over his head, worriedly, his voice lowering down a notch as he leans in a bit towards Finch. ]

Besides, I saw the way you were eyeballin' it, man, don't get all self righteous.