[He laughs in response to that, a blurry, soft-edged sound. Despite lying perfectly still the room is spinning dangerously now and he distantly suspects he looks as though he's taking it better than he actually is. If one discounts that he's in bed with his gloves on, that is.]

Maybe, maybe. But I'm inclined to think it's just all the practice I've put in. Hanging around in dive bars and day drinking with pirates has to raise one's stamina eventually.

[Though he's already beginning to think that tomorrow will bring Regrets.]