"Bile is not slime, it's just. Disgusting." Especially when it tries coming out your nose. But that's not the point. "It's not like it's entirely my fault, anyway, I just happen to..." He lifts a hand and sort of waves it in a vague, wild manner. "Be there when things go wrong. I can't be expected to know if..." Another hand wave. "If every goddamn stained glass window I find turns out to be a secret portal, or something."