He relaxes a bit, even managing half a smile as he lifts his glass in a toast. "To likeminded friends," he says, and downs the glass, shuddering at the very welcome burn. It's starting to help, a little.
As he pours them each another shot, though, he can't help but return to the matter at the top of his mind. "I just don't get how they can be so relaxed about the idea of being here forever," he complains. "I mean, it's one thing if you're mortal and know there'll be an end at some point, but with us, if no-one ever chances to find us, it really could be forever, couldn't it? I just don't get how they can be so happy with what they've got that they don't want anything more!"