"Yeah, that he remembered, but I don't know if it had something to do with what we were doing or if it was just bad luck." His horns perk up a little as he tilts his head. "He was going home after some date with a guy, kind of drunk, took a wrong turn and ran into some bastards who beat him around the head with some kind of metal bar." There's a slight hissing quality to his voice now - he's angry at what happened, even if it was in the past.