Well, I'd drink to this being a one time event, but, ah...

[ He gestures to his glass, then... Gets on the bar. Just sort of shifts forward, turns and hops up there, sitting and reaching for the glasses backward, looking around for the water dispenser. Sorry if this was sacred ground, but Midnight is very used to getting exactly what he wants, when he wants, and what he wants is for his doctor to not turn into a kitty themed, liquor soaked raisin. ]

I'd like another drink with you at some point. I'd also like to talk to you about my mother.

[ — Ah. Midnight pauses, glass in hand, then cracks up. ]

Oh. I was doing so well.