[ He feels...strangely, after Xenk lets go of him.

Cold.

His brow furrows as he considers it, a thought too difficult to really dwell on for too long. ]

A glass of water sounds like a good plan. Much as I'd otherwise love to watch you get drunk! Perhaps you'd stand on a table and start singing.

[ but he is indeed nice and orders him a water. It's just not as fun to bully Xenk? (Citation needed.) ]