He's kinda...forgotten. That their last conversation ended so badly. Ended with her dropping threats, being righteously pissed at his attempts to cool things down. Maybe she should be. Weren't any right of his to intervene, was it? That's what happens when you give a damn. That's what happens when you try.

The light in one eyesocket narrows in on the peculiar carved shapes of animal heads for a long moment before he responds.

"They call it a nightcap for a reason." The wit jumps easy to his proverbial tongue as he flicks at a bottlecap lying atop the counter with the tip of one phalanx, winking.