I should hope so. Mixing drinks is much easier than healing people.

[The grin he wears continues to lack any real mirth, almost a frustration to it. And how so little he smiles to start with, only to be all edges. An abandoned cat in an alley, ready to hiss and swat anyone who gets near.]

Ah, maybe that's how it should have stayed. Better a butler than whatever the fuck I became.

[He has a drink from his glass.]