"No, thanks." A hand moves to slide the coffee mug away from him a bit. Mixing caffeine and sedatives sure seems like a bad idea, even to his high brain. The Wizard wouldn't be the first person Garrot's met who's dead but kept alive through non-biological means. He's not as off-guard about it as someone else may be, but he still just starts laughing.

"I've wanted to kill you for years, and you're... you're already dead!" And he keeps laughing, irony blending with the emotional elevation from the drugs. The laughter is loud and deep, the most powerful display of emotion since he ended up in the garden. It's a good... five seconds long. "That's just my luck, you know...?" But he doesn't stop there, apparently energized by a good belly laugh.

"So where's your magic coming from?" He raises an eyebrow, still utterly mirthful despite the intrusive question. "A monster? Sxicq? ...or does it not care if you have a pulse?" The thought does not cross Garrot's mind to be more mindful of his own health.