Neal swatted back, or tried to, but it was a half-assed effort that was basically just him flailing in slow motion. With one hand. But then he noticed there was a truffle in his grasp and that appeased him, so he worked on eating that instead of drinking booze that he really shouldn't be drinking. Oh well. "You're not gonna kill me, old man, I'm made of tough stuff," he mumbled, swallowing the bite. Better than hospital food.
"It always gets worse, doesn't it?" He let out a growl of a chuckle, gravelly as he sat up a little more in bed so he had a better view of his visitor. "At least it does for me. Apparently I head back to Neverland at some point, even though I'd rather drill my own teeth than return to that shithole." Very cheerful!