Logic, intoxication, messed up men? [ Midnight laughs softly from between his elbows. ] Yes. That.

[ All of the above. Too much, sometimes. In some of his frailer moments, not enough. ]

Would you still like me to leave? [ Midnight lifts his head after a moment, looks Daan in the eye. He's not fully stable, not just yet, but his metaphorical fangs have blunted for now. He can be careful. He can. He promised. ] I wouldn't mind another drink, but only if you're up to the task.