Those two eyes wafting in those sockets for the Changeling brooked Ajax's attention. Like glimmering orbs, they stared, and like some abyss in a cheap novella, Ajax had stared back. Thoughts that would run hot and heavy with all sorts of knowledge were dulled, and it made life bearable. Perhaps she was wondering how he was cognizant after all that booze? Perhaps it was something else? Or perhaps his fly was unzipped? A cursory glance down to his form-hugging pants had told him that no, he was wearing it all proper, and it was not in fact his fly being undone. He glanced to his booze briefly, and shrugged, and drank it. Some people could in fact find booze to be strong, just one would probably send their mind buzzing, and give them a general silly impression that all booze drinking like that, but others have a much higher tolerance. He supposed for him, it was a good thing he had a high tolerance for it. "Nah, it is higher alcohol tolerance or so the jargon goes." He sipped his can some more. "And higher metabolism and that biological nonsense. Then again, I never said I was a normal man, then again... were we all normal to begin with? Or are we destined to never be normal? Food for thought! I guess Rousseau was ri-- wait, no, no he's not. Thoughts are getting too pointlessly batshit, I realize." He snorted and finished the can, before chucking it away at a corner. It gathered into a pile of other cans in the corner, all bunched up into a small hill around the garbage bin.

Truly, the epitome of cleanliness.

"Your faith in me is truly inspiring, truly, but nah, booze helps me keep focused. Otherwise..." He bops himself in the head for emphasis. "I overthink things, and get wordy and stuff. Too much ambient noise runs in this noggin." He remarked back casually. "I can use some cliché'd line like having seen some messed up shit, but at this point, none of that fazes me, it'd just be a cheap excuse for something nobody cares about, including me."

Damn, he needs more drinks than he thought, if he's going into topics like these. Usually he'd just go for something sillier, but ah well, he'll drink some more in a while later. Heading on over to a couch, he threw himself over it,  slouching across the span as his legs are put on the armrest. Picking up a remote, he turns on the TV, and puts on the only channel he has, and that's the news.

...As expected, there is nothing worthwhile playing, Sanctuary wouldn't air supernatural happenings on the news anyways.

"Yeah, yeah, I won't breach any contracts, or pacts, or whatever. It's too much of a hassle to deal with, and it'd be a lot easier to maintain it rather than dealing with its fallout." Ajax dismissively gestured at that with a lazy wave of the hand, as if eager to move on to the next topic.

The last contract he broke wasn't exactly fun for EVERYONE involved. Ms. Enchilada's poodle would remember how bad it was.

"My common folks? You think Sanctuary is... HAH! No no, it's nothing like that. I don't care two hoots for the plebs in this dimension. Some are alright, but otherwise, they're just a statistic, Lindy, a number. When you can hop across dimensions and find the one you like just fine, it cheapens the whole experience, the weight of people's lives, you know? All that nonsense." He gestured with his hands again in a roundabout fashion, as he stares at the news. Nothing interesting there besides some serial killer running around in his neighborhood, doing stuff that is evidently illegal. Same old, same old. "On the upside, I think you'd like Sanctuary... if you have the money, which by the way, I don't, not a lot right now anyways, you'd get all sorts of nifty conveniences, like mega-fast internet, Virtual Reality headsets, uhhh... maybe access to that Mulan Szechuan sauce that everything is going crazy over. The sky is the limit with money, but if you don't? Well, you're stuck. Nothing to do but wait for a job to pop up... which is what I do, just wait."

Him? Making sense? HAH, he had never thought this would be the day someone said he made sense. More often than not, Ajax was used to being called nonsensical, or his philosophy something not many could abide by. It just defies the norms of whatever dimensions he goes, save the Draka. Those bunch were far more bloodthirsty than the Klingons of that TV Show, Star Trek... which isn't saying a lot to begin with. Perhaps it's just the lowly standards he has been saddled with, but that is just the way the cookie crumbles. Ajax lets off a loud snort at that, but says nothing in response, besides getting his lazy ass off the couch, and heading over to grab a shirt. It was Hawaiian, the tacky red sort, and he just took it from a nearby chair where it was piled up carelessly. In one smooth motion, he puts it on, not bothering with buttoning up, leaving his chiselled and toned muscles exposed in a window (fangirls reading this, take a number *wink wink*).

"Hah! Lying, wouldn't make sense right now, Lindy. No point in it when you're going to be here, might as well air out my laundry while we're at it." Casually came the response from the blasé swordsman, before he leaped back at the couch, ass on cushion, and stared at the TV and its venerable level of information being blasted out by the crisp voiced news anchor. It's funny how common it is, how there are so many similar things like this when it comes to different dimensions, a pattern consistent across the many humanities he had come across. "But still, thanks for the compliment. I knew I was already impressive, and badass, but this just seals it." He adds in his usual, lethargic drawl. Amusement laced his tone as he stared at the TV screen from behind his spectacles, staring in his usual way. Nothing better to do anyways.

He gave off another shrug to mentions of the pledge, before snorting once more. "No point in crying over spilled milk now. I've done this song and dance before, and I gotta say, it's much more fun when things like this hit you out of nowhere." He explained, as usual, casual as a lazy ass.

Eyes were still peeled on that TV.

Lazily, he noticed that there was some temperature rising, and found himself sighing in exasperation. For a moment, he had thought that maybe, just maybe, he got past the eternally angry part, but to his chagrin, seemed like he may have stepped on another landmine. The Void Swordsman lazily craned his head towards the woman, and back to the TV, as if deciding which of the two was important, before shrugging and deciding to listen to her. Seriously, she needed some anger management.

Then again, some beings were anger-incarnate. If only she can turn into an incredible angry green rage monster, then he'd know for sure that someone is just screwing with him.

"Cool it. I think you're getting the wrong vibe here, Lindy." Casually came Ajax's response. "I am not saying to throw them weaklings under the bus and let them eat dirt if you're in a position to do something, I am saying that there is just so many multiverses that it's not really that meaningful when it comes to doing your dues. Of course I'll protect humanity's weak little ass if the call comes, it's my job as a guardian of sorts to do that, but otherwise, there is a strict non-interference clause to not affect them TOO much, you dig?" He explained in his jive turkey vernacular. "Picture this, that giving a primitive civilization laser guns and teaching them how to make it is just a recipe for a disaster. I've seen some sub-solar empires formed this way, genocide and all complete with concentration camps when it came to it. I've known a few planeswalker who did that, had to put them down for it too for breaking the clause." He remarked a bit too calmly despite the tenseness in the atmosphere.

And then he frowned mightily, especially when he was picked up from the collar from the couch, and was taken around like some ragdoll. The shirt strained to pick up his bulk and weight.

"Ugh... you're breaking my balls here, Lindy!" Came his exasperated guttural sigh. "...Fine, fine. I ain't got anything better to do, now, can you release my collar?" He positioned himself to land on his feet if it came to it. "I'll look for that killer, but ONLY because there is a reward, not because I have a good heart or anything like that. It would be bad for my reputation if anyone learnt I am altruistic or at least well intentioned."