"Could be worse, yeah. I coulda been one of the feral ones, or a werewolf." He carefully walked toward the stairwell door once more. "But I didn't believe in 'em until I was one, so it took some adjustment. Still, I don't look too bad for 95, right?" He gave a cocky (and drunk) smirk over his shoulder at Constantine. He slowly and carefully started up the stairs once he made sure his new, trusted companion was following him.

"What floor's yours?" He sure as hell didn't want to go to his own room, that was all the way up there. Most of the way up. Thinking about it made him weary. "We'll water down the mead in us. Brainstorm."