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It is not. [It was physically impossible for him to get drunk, and he'd not yet spent so much time around the mortals here that he had started to blend as his sister had.] I would.
[And he listened as she moved, the grind of denim, quiet feet (though he expected no less. The clink of the decanter, the splash of the bourbon. Yet he remained still, except for the minute tilt of his head to catch the nuances of sound - the gulp of her throat. Dutch courage. He knew enough to not say that and his purpose here was to not needle her excessively.
He did not enjoy needling. There would be enough poking of tender spots without it.] The daughter you wished for, on Valentine's. What did you want for her?