"Yes, well... I wasn't there for centuries. You want to drink for fun, fine. You shouldn't have to so you can exist comfortably," she says, giving him a stern look. She may not be there forever, and she knows that, but whatever she can do for now, she will. Whether he, or others in his world, believe it? She believes he deserves better.

Looping her arms around his neck, Misty grins, glad that he isn't telling her no. Likely wouldn't do much good, but glad that he didn't nonetheless.

"I am more than willing to help ensure the closets play nice,' she says, not yet moving, just finding the rhythm and moving with it. "So long as you're willing to tell me when you don't want to do things," she murmurs, leaning her brows to his for a moment.