"Please, like I care that you don't have a maid to wash my feet or something," Emerson waved the apology off with a grin. He didn't remember much of Ambrose's home, if he'd been there. They hadn't started really hanging out until recently, so it was pretty much new to him. It was a nice place without being too overly gigantic, something the witch himself would prefer if his family home wasn't so important to him. "And a drink would be awesome. I quit smoking, but I've managed not to become a complete alcoholic yet." Somehow. He had too much on his mind to relapse and spent much of his time with his guitar these days.
"So, how's it hangin? No evil, former childhood friend/witches of your beloved giving you shit lately I hope?"