[... He got mad at Lusamine earlier for worrying over him too, but Hanyuu doesn't feel as... restricting as she did, maybe, or maybe it's because he's looser with the booze in him. Probably the latter, judging from how his mind trails here and there, how he's warmed and starting to lean more on her.]

I'd call you mom-like, but my mom's pretty much like me. The apple didn't fall too far from the tree, or so I hear. [...] Do you have any family? When you were a demon, or when you're a god. Doesn't matter.