"Oh, I'm sure you'd manage. At least a beard, I mean come on. It's self-declared Christmas." She turns to look at him and closes one eye, raising a thumb to cover his mouth and nose, "Yeah, beard. You should do it."

She's not sure if she's enjoying herself more because of the general atmosphere or if it's just the fondness of reminding herself of her human life like this, but she's not thinking about it too much. She just takes another mouthful of her drink, tops it up and then hands the bottle back to him.

"Oh, there's no danger of that. I'll leave the sex drugs and rock and roll to people a little more qualified."