[And healing in his world is much the same-- prior to receiving the 'curse' he'd frequently had to rely on far more brutal methods of medicine in order to treat his patients. He may now find himself in the difficult position of being unsure of whether he can truly die, but it has worked wonders for his medical practice, and can come in handy for someone who prefers his pleasure on the rougher end of the spectrum.

As such, coming from a somewhat more technologically primitive world himself, he can fully conceive of the impressiveness of his little 'trick'.]

Quite pleasing indeed, I assure you.

[He laughs as he once again picks up his drink-- there's a slight unsteadiness in him now, a quite visible loosening of his movements, but despite that he seems to be holding himself together well enough.]

I have to touch the afflicted area directly in order to initiate the healing, but that could happen accidentally if I touched an injured person unknowingly. I usually wear gloves but...

[And it seems to dawn on him for the first time that he's managed to come out without them, or is no longer wearing them in any case. Stuffed into coat pockets, maybe? His smile is almost apologetic when it comes.]

It's been a confusing day. I ah, I suppose I had my mind on other things when I left my accommodation.

[You know, such as becoming terribly intoxicated.]