He hates complicated. Why does it have to be a third language for them? It's dumb.

Noct slides just a little bit away (in order to look him in the eyes in a sec), also laughing but a little less silently. Arms still draped over his young dad's shoulders as he grins a little.

"You've no idea, Dad." He states with a very odd bit of clarity for how much alcohol he's had. His forehead falls back on Regis' shoulder. "Twen'y years an' I still barely deal with-" he shudders, "-beeeeaaans..."