"Good. I'm good." He's not. "It's fun, you know? Total change of pace from kidnappings and running from monsters."

Jeff chews on his lip for a moment, before admitting, "I think it's just." He waves a hand. "All the flashing lights and noise and stuff. Sensory overload."

He winces at his own words. God, that's a lame excuse, coming from a guy who considers packed clubs and music venues to be temples of worship.