[ There's just a little flash in his eyes - something like anger, though not exactly - something intense - before he shutters that moment of honesty once more. It's not as deft as it would have been if he'd been sober. He is, it seems, an honest drunk. ]

Ah, but you seem so hungry for this. I feel as though I can get better terms. Tell me about yours, and I get to slap you. Or choke you. Or cut you. Your choice.