You'd be surprised what happens when people are too high to care about the words that come out of their mouth, or even who hears it.

(and all the contraband in here, too, but that's that and this is here! he's too used to it, the process of lighting the tobacco and gathering smoke, all the way to his lungs and out his nose.

besides, way too many things have swung in his stomach, ever since forever. his tolerance is too high, he's spent too long in bars, too many weird substances have swum his veins! he's fine. dazai rests the bong down, between them, but there's no pressure from him for her to take it into her hands. peer pressuring brings him nothing, and there's nothing riding here for him to try to manipulate an outcome.)

Besides, high people are funny! I've heard all sorts of things! Seen too much!