Still straight-faced as usual after producing a good spit take, Troy's eyebrow quirked at Will's reasoning about male pregnancy and then he finally smirked as Omen decided it was within the realm of the manny's options. "Don't stop drinking on my account," the plant man began, "I'll make sure no one takes advantage of you." He winked at his on-stage counterpart, then, and picked up Will's abandoned glass. Gulp.
"Thanks. Yeah. Naw." Oh no he did not want to do that. "So when you gonna come check out my digs in Helheim? I gotta live-in butler... dead-in? He stays at my place and cleans shit. He's dead." There, that was much more clear. "He's undead." Okay, now it was crystal. He took another gulp and then followed in Omen's footsteps and cast the goblet aside again. "I should probably spend a little less time down there. Not sure why that hadn't hit me until just now. Don't let anyone get me pregnant either, okay? Katy & Perry oath?"