"Yeah, yeah, whatever..." He's drunk. Probably a flirty one. He loves everyone. It's not like he can take all of this seriously or anything.

But that doesn't make Ekkehardt any less likely to get a throw pillow tossed at his head. And then another one just to make sure. It's nothing like the carton from earlier, meant more to be an annoyance than anything else. "Just try not to half-ass it. I don't need to be coddled."