The familiar touch is a relief; Oran grins into the kiss, turning to briefly press his nose to Jon's. Any irony over his recent interaction with the cat is lost on him.

"Well, at least there's enough drink to incapacitate a bull. Want to come get some?" It's helped for a lot of other things, after all. Oran takes a sip of his own glass before offering it over in lieu of leaving the safe corner.

"Anyways, this is a far sight nicer than things were when we were dropped here. Seems like the right thing to do to make it a happy event?"