"No, no you did not," his voice cracks. "Good thing my fetish is indulging your fetish, then." Ah, one of those jokes you regret halfway through but can't stop yourself from completing. He shakes his head. Nope. Bad bad bad. He's dead. Full dead. He grabs a beer out of the hand of a passing student and takes a sip. Sorry, he needs this more than you do. "Well, happy birthday, Gwen. I'm glad you liked the gifts." He raises the bottle as if to clink with her soda can but doesn't wait for her before taking another long sip.