He lifts his chin at the gesture, grinning, and can't help a little shiver. New and different, in ways he doens't want to get used to.

Glitch raises his own glass and nods, curls bouncing. "Every single one of them," he agrees, touching his glass to Bagoas' and taking a sip. Bitter and sweet, cold and invigorating, it's all balance and beauty and he's at peace.