[ With a laugh after an exaggerated exclamation of pain, he withdraws his embrace and holds up his hands, showing her his palms. He doesn't guard his stomach overmuch, the pain a passing thing, but it's still played up for effect. See, he acknowledges his wrongs. Peace, peace, he comes unarmed!

Not really true in various ways, but as far as intentions, true enough. ]

Here I was getting to like the state of my skull tonight. Could stand to be a bit fuzzier though.

[ Mimicking lifting a mug of something or another, it's more a nod to the drinking that's been going around. ]

Has your lovely self been enjoying the festivities?