It was a jest. You would need to have a sort of resonance, I suppose, to actually be my vessel. Not any human could do it.

[There's no smile, nothing as he reveals he was joking. Just a shrug of his shoulders as he pours himself more alcohol and takes a drink from the glass.]

And I'd never force someone to be my vessel anyway. I may be cursed, I may be far from a pleasant being, but needlessly cruel is far from what I am.