{The alcohol has calmed him and made him the tiniest bit tipsy, but no, acceptance is a big part of his personality. Especially when said acceptance benefits him. What? He is a greedy, grasping human!

The nails are a nice touch - and useful too! - he decides. He relaxes back against the pillow, sighing.}

You have my undying gratitude. I'd rather it not end so...messily. It really is a shame I can't get a second shot at it all. {He wouldn't need a demon to sever the jugular veins of those responsible. It's all an ornate game, really, and he would hold the upper hand after cheating death. Or is it cheating Grim Reapers? Ah well. He can dream.

His thoughts scatter at the soft touch and he closes his eyes.} Good for you. I think we listen to far too many. I admire independence.