While he listened attentively to the other man's words, Graham was pulled up short by his last statement. It had him shaking his head, lifting a hand to point at the other man's chest in a gesture that was insistent but by no means meant to be threatening. "Never. Never wish for that, you might not know who might be listening." There was much that he did not understand of how or why he had been taken from Storybrooke, but he had lived too long under the shadow of foul, black magic as the Huntsman to not be absolutely careful when it came to wishing for things. There was never the divide between wholehearted and misunderstood jest with some magics.

He dropped his hand with a suddenly weary expression, his tone gone reproachful. "Not all of us slept for twenty eight years. Some of us would have preferred it."