How gracious of you.

[The beers come faster than the whiskey, the foam sloshing over the sides. It's the start of a larger mess and a longer night. The glasses multiply, his speech hastens and he dives from story to story with each drink finished. They're menial things, comedies of error from his youth. Tales of ballroom mishaps and cruel classmates, things that will make Robin smile, make him laugh, and bring Mattias the warmth that alcohol can only subrogate.

He's nearly through telling a bawdy tale about one of his uncle's crazy match-ups when the sixth glass is downed, laughter hidden in his voice.]-so she's on me, naked, pushing her... big, beautiful tits in my face, yelling at me "is this not enough?! Am I not enough, you pig-headed prick?!" And I have to tell her, I have to actually reach between her legs and gesture a bit, and say "no, darling. It's simply all in the wrong place."

[Chuckling, he speaks to the rim of his glass, swallowing the last of the ale.] And that was the last time Uncle Martell set me up with a woman.