Wine and dine me? Or eat me up? [A sane man would know to not rile a man who could bring him within an inch of his life. In a battle and in bed. It just so happens that Wriothesley is not a sane man because riling up the other was just too much fun.

He does take the cup and drinks, the coolness soothing against his parched and aching throat. He leans into Pinocchio's touch a little, like a dog happy to get pets.]

I will tell you now that anymore and I won't be able to get out of bed, so if you're going to throw my back out with your excitement, I'd like to know now. [He places the half finished glass onto the bedside table.] Mostly, I have something for you, but I'm gauging if I'll have the energy to do anything about it, sunshine.