[No one ever said that Papa Ge had to tell the truth, and he really has no intention of starting now.]

M'sieur, my people clam The Antilles, Haiti as their home and we.... know things. Oui? I know you'd notice, and care.

[He pulls a cigar out of his coat pocket, ignoring both the 'no smoking' signs and the fact that by all laws of nature, it should not already be lit. Somehow, no one else beyond Dean even notices he is there. Uncanny, huh?]