Yep, still talking; nothing on earth, or heaven, or hell, could get Xigbar to shut his mouth for more than five minutes at a time. And now Obi-Wan was the individual unlucky enough to be blessed with more discourse than one man could possibly handle.

Lucky, lucky him.

And just getting the man to stop meditating, when before he'd obviously wanted to not bother, was a triumph, however small. It made Xiggy grin. "Yeah, I think you can. See, you were the one with the killin' machine on a leash, which makes you a VIP around here. So I was wondering if you had any juicy gossip to share with another poor patient who wants to get home to his family."

Why not? He could play up the piteous angle if he had to. "Barring that, there's some other things that I'd want to bring up."