There's a moment of silence as Rook's eye twitches as he looks down at the glasses behind the bar, then his mouth twitches too, and a brief moment later he's laughing, head thrown back and grinning widely.

Like dogs fighting. Throwing ice water on them.

He leans on the counter, head hanging low between his shoulders as he shakes his head, glancing up at Ulysse only to end up with a few more chortles that shake his shoulders.

"Darlin', if you need to pull me back from the brink, more shock value isn't gonna do it," Rook mumbles, aiming for something more serious. "Just tell me I'm going too far. I'll believe you."

He's putting quite a bit of trust in Ulysse's hands in there. Not to mention admitting that just seeing him would probably break through whatever haze.