Harrow waves away Han's flattery about his personality and he's back to shaking his head. "Nah, man, nah. Not tonight."

He hesitates a moment, smiling distantly at some thought, mulling over whether or not he wants to say it out loud. Soon enough he decides that yes, he does, because being half a bottle of bourbon in at the start of the night means you say just about everything that comes to mind.

"I mean... There's a lady I got my eye on, but I dunno... Costume parties ain't really her thing... And I don't think I'm really her thing either. Bein' undead's kinda a, whaddya call it? 'Niche interest.'" He cuffs Han lightly on the shoulder and with a little laugh says, "Don't ever take bein' a normal human for granted, man."