Ah, as do I, as do I. [He pours himself the wine, making a noise as it's tinged somewhat pink by those last few drops of the red that never seem to come out without washing. He tips it toward Tyki, offering to refill his, as well]

People here keep to themselves, and while I can respect that, ah. I'm a social beast. And even those I do socialize with... [...as much as he absolutely adores them...] Well, their hands are the problem, you can imagine. I simply wither without the touch of another.

[Which is what makes Tyki delightful.]