Tim was very still and very quiet for a moment. What a terrible way to put it, a host. There was no other way to put it though; body hopping and perpetual longevity and all that sort of thing, it wasn't so much transference as it was parasitism.

That's all the whole thing was. The holy terror of parasitism.

"I'm sorry, I thought you said he stole people's eyes." There wasn't enough alcohol in the world to deal with this. "And, what. Keeps them in a jar? Eats them? Did we not get to that point in the questioning?"

It's maybe slightly hysterical, even if Tim's trying to keep his voice calm and quiet and low.