[ Whoa. Midnight sways, but stays where he's put, hands back at his sides, grinning easily. Has he realized that he needs to keep his hands to himself? Honestly, who knows. ]

Ah, so if I could bring myself back to... sobri-ety. You would have a name? I can't offer such miracles, but if you would be so kind as to wait for my senses to return to me, I'd be most obliged.

[ For a drunk, his vocabulary is excellent, if a bit slurred. ]