"Such a gentleman. Do the behemoths have names?" He hummed as he finished the beer in his hand and then replacing it with another to chase the buzz he knew was coming. "I happen to know I make an excellent pillow, so I appreciate you keeping me alive and well to let you experience it."

He was dropping the empty into the box and pulling another; this was not his first time having to chase down a buzz to enjoy it with another person. He wasn't a light weight, but he also knew himself and heavy drinking was not something he had done in a long time either. Responsible for kids and all.

"I won't deny a little fun restraint," he said, though he was curious of the cuffs. He was capable of breaking out of enforcer cuffs, but also, he had allowed them to hold him during other times. At his size and strength, the idea of forced vulnerability was something he leaned into. "We'll see what mischief we'll get up to in your big ominous castle workshop."

He chuckled as he downed more of his third bottle straight, shaking his head as it was starting to hit him. A low pleasant warmth. "Pub too? You're just riding that drunk high to all sorts of places. You're an easy guy to like, Cid." His arm tightened around the guy's shoulders, his smile turning warmer and a bit goofy.