[There's a stretch of silence as he mulls over Dean's words, lets the corner of his mouth twitch up before he slowly - very slowly, thanks hangover - shakes his head, shifting until one knee is up, elbow braced against it and fingers massaging his temple.]

You're forgetting. Genius in this corner. I could drink until two drops from a coma and still code a fully functioning AI.

[He knows this from practice, actually. But that half of a smirk is spreading into a full one at that question.]

More than worth it.

[Utter. Bullshit.]