Kidding, nah. Exaggerating a bit, maybeee. But I don't really mind. I used to be really touchy-feely with my sworn brothers.

[He makes a sound not that far off from a purr, his tail tip gently stroking her arm. His hum isn't quite dismissive, more not really concerned.]

It's complicated with his father yeah. Red Son was a little terror when I met him as a kid, so needless to say we diddn't exactly hit it off in the first place.

But you're welcome to let me know whenever you'd like that not quite drunk feeling. Part of my immortality did come from wine. A lot of it.