Ooh, she never gets cold so long as I have my hot little hand, darling. [ Shame? None. And did he really call his junk a 'she'? He sure did. He took the bottle and had a long swig for himself, his crotch whiskey now being ignored in favor of his preferred liquor. It helped that Murphy had his mouth on it seconds before, added a tiny thrill to the experience. ]

Mmhm. It was fun during prohibition, though. People got very creative with it. I think. That entire era of my life is one long alcoholic blur. I have a feeling this one is gonna be too, if I'm not too busy trying to slay the invasion of the trolls or whatnot. So what're your plans then?

[ The last question was almost idle, he wasn't honestly sure if he cared or not but if their goals lined up then it was better to do them in groups. ]