{It has been some time since he last drank! Oh he had a glass of wine or champagne here or there and sometimes brandy, but nothing like Undertaker's whiskey! He feels his cheeks flush, but he laughs off his embarrassment.

That is until he hears what the other man has to say. His grin softens and he grasps onto the offered hand without hesitation.}

You have us for good or ill, my friend. I knew the first time we met that you were meant to be with us.

{His words come a little too easily and they are even more unfiltered than usual. He follows Undertaker's lead, stumbling a few times along the way.}

I thought you were one of those only I could see.