[ If he were in a different mood, Ephemera thinks he might have taken that as an opening. Tipped his head to the side and smiled just to see what it got him. In this one he's drunk and shifting between too many different emotions to rightly handle. He just shrugs. Drinks again. ]

Probably. Haven't lost it it on anyone recently, at least.

[ He rubs his thumb along the edge of the glass, focusing on the texture. That calms him sometimes. A repetitive gesture. ]

Used to like getting with people. Wasn't complicated. Everybody has some fun, everybody gets to stop fighting for a while.