A chuckle. "You wanna know something fucked? I don't know how old I am. Not really. Should be my late thirties, if I'm guessing right, but any paperwork stating definitively would be back in my home world."

Matthew taps one if his temples. "Memory is fucked. Too much head trauma and brainwashing."

He sips his drink, good eye still on Luther. "I guess you understand."