"Yeah, I'm a fuckin' darling," he answers, a snort of laughter slipping out. Whether he believes it about himself or not, he doesn't particularly mind the sentiment from someone he likes. For all Nina might really mean it, he also thinks she's not the sort to get taken in by his bullshit.

He watches as she takes a sip of the drink -- barely that, so he doesn't say a word -- then takes the glass from her and lifts it in response to her toast.

"Were my liver in any danger, I think I'd've died a long time ago," he says with a faint smile, then takes a sip of the drink. "Let's drink to the impossible baby. Rather, I'll drink to the impossible baby and to the fucking over of anyone who says a word against you or it."