[Perhaps so, but it's not like he knows how it feels to sink into that kind of soft-edged oblivion. He doesn't know what he's missing out on, and perhaps that's just as well-- if alcohol could impact him the way it does most others, he'd probably sink all too willingly into its embrace. Or perhaps not. Chances are it would be forbidden to him under those circumstances, and he's never been one for breaking the rules.

As such, he shrugs.]

I'll take your word for it. And I suppose you're right-- most days I get plenty of fun.

[He stretches then, almost languid.]

But it doesn't make days like this any less of a bore.