What man would refuse such a lively demonstration of fierce want?

[He isn't sure he means what he says, but he's past the point of caring, the wine having worn down the jagged edges of sobriety. The chattering of his demons have quieted down and everything feels fuzzy and faraway, a little easier to live with.]

Yes, be a dear and fetch another bottle, would you? 'twould be a shame to have it gather dust.

[He'll help himself to Hector's bed in the meantime, crawling into it and lying over the place on the mattress his body has warmed.]