I'm sure they are. [He knows so many. Saya. Diva. Carla. Rido. Solomon.] I'm sure it's even an advantage. To catch enemies off-guard. But it's not my particular preference.

[Noting of the stumbling, he tucks Setsuna's arm in his own. The boy already seems delightfully tipsy. But Karl wants him three sheets to the wind. That'll pry open that ever-running mouth of his. And perhaps even loosen him up for other sorts of fun.]

[That in mind, he guides Setsuna toward the bar.]