[Alcohol means he's thinking a bit more slowly than normal--usual impulse is to say yes, yes, he would, but the intelligent half of his brain realizes that he simply isn't up to performance standard, between the inebriation and the stirring of Issues. So he says:]

That'd be lovely.

[The intelligent half of his brain has never had much sway. He doesn't answer the other question because it's been a good long while since he was all right, but that really has nothing to do with Iris. He laughs a bit, quietly.]

Doesn't ever--people aren't meant to get used to this, are they? But things keep trying to force them to.