That doesn't quite get a laugh out of him, even if inebriated. In fact, he feels sharply sober now, and though he has no intentions to rectify this, it is a bleak thing to realise. Still, he responds with, "No, I wouldn't wish that upon you." He has a few not so pleasant ones that would, potentially, greatly interfere with their dynamic even more than hard evidence of family would be.

He glances back at her, and winds up taking up his coat to drape over an arm, stiff with regard to injury but by now a little used to navigating around it. "I'll leave you in peace, then," is pretty graceless, but he hasn't felt graceful in a while, and still half-distracted.