If he were sober, or even a few shades less drunk, he'd agree easily and go off on some calculatedly idiot burble about potential family life. He'd talk about his caddish attempts to hook a rich heiress - spin some lie about his attempts to seduce some monstrously ugly woman with an enormous dowry - talk about the names of his horrible children, Byerly for the boys and Byerlina for the girls, each and every one of them, chatter about how he'd find imported nannies for each of them rather than ever having to interact with them...But maple mead is powerful, vile stuff. Instead, he just smiles a twisted smile, and answers, "Not really."

And then, neatly, he pivots back to her. "So tell me about it. Christianity. Does everyone follow it? Or has everyone been scared away from it by your walking dead?"