An awkward question, to be certain. Made more so by the fact that he was completely drunk. "Difficult to say, when you're like this," she replied. After all, she couldn't lie. "All things told, I think I prefer you when you're sober. You're more dangerous, but less..." She made a futile gesture of her hand, unable to come up with the proper word.

"How long would it take you to stop missing me?" she asked. It went without saying that he would miss her, at least remotely. After all, what was it? A hundred years after her death? And he still remembered her name.

Still claimed to love her.

With that humbling thought, she lowered her eyes. "We should not be having this conversation like this."