There's nothing of interest down there anyway. A party pack of pink paper cups that he fully intends to take back to Dedusmuln in the event that he can get home. A couple of kittens that didn't have enough room to sit up with the rest of them after he'd gotten them.

"Not really." It's not weird for him, considering it was just what happened in his world. He may not know if it's a unique case for Waynes, but it is what he's used to. But he could see where it might be for someone like Klaus, considering how weirded out Wayne himself is about things like gestation and childbirth. "I've never met a god. I guess maybe I just wouldn't know if I had?" Would other cultures' gods be able to have an affect on people that aren't from the realities that they police? Hm. Theological discussion that he is in no way equipped for.

"Between you n' me, I think I'm fine with the idea that eventually my cycle will be over. I'm tired, dude." He touches the skull beneath the depiction of Old Wayne, tapping it with his fingertip. "If I make it to this point and find a place to bunker down that allows it, this form ends up making more larvae. I only have about two's worth of Flesh in me right now."