"You know, I have absolutely no idea." It would help if he had any strong feelings either way, the way he's been having feelings all day which may or may not be his own, which he probably ought to find odd but which seems to him to be strictly natural, even as he gets a sense that it probably actually isn't.

Either way, the feelings, hunches, intuitions, whatever one wishes to call them, aren't helping him at the moment. He's sort of floundering without them -- caught between terrified at the prospect and oddly gratified that anyone's asking, though why that should be he's not entirely certain. Drink tips his hand in favour of boldness.

"I can certainly try, I suppose. The worst I could hurt is my dignity, and I get the feeling I'm not particularly attached to it in the first place." He adjusts his jacket slightly in illustration. Case in point. Not that it isn't a great jacket -- it is, and he loves it, but that's just further proof, surely.