And you've had better, [he can't help but add, with a totally unnecessary wiggle of his eyebrows. Specifically from the Raven, he doesn't need to add- so he's a little one-note.]

My walk, on the other hand— [His brow furrows, the immediate impulse to wax poetic about the joys of being liberated of the Raven's walls for the first time ever buried under just how quickly he can foresee walking around being tedious. Not just that, but cut off from the net with only the ear cuff to let him in—] Not to be crude, Mr. Kovacs, but I'm feeling rather impotent about the whole affair.

[This is why he's never actually wanted to be human, despite his overwhelming love for mankind. Study? Superb. Friendship? Fantastic. Walking on sand? Detestable.]

I'm deathly afraid I'm beginning to understand your attitude. But besides the drinks, how are you?