Of course, I figure it's fueled by sugar, port, and sweet wine.

[He holds up one hand, his cane in his other, as he backs away.]

I was being helpful! ... I'm going, I'm going.

[He heads to her bathroom to relieve himself and simply run a hand through his hair. It mostly gets brushed back into place with just his fingers.

When returning he makes a beeline for the coffee, lifting the mug up and taking a sip.]

It's not bad.