"Eeeeeeyyyyy!" His hands wrap around the other's cheek, leaning forward to smack a kiss right on his nose. "Atta boy, Niles! I knew you weren't still that wuss I first met." He laughs, that angelic beam on his face, the all-american, wholesome son. He hands the glass to him, eyes alight.

"Okay, so: Yewll. What is up with those Indogene eyes, man?"