"Kill you? Who would ever want to rob us of you? I think you still owe me diagrams, anyways, so I can hardly allow you to perish," he sniffed, slipping his arm back through Howl's and squeezing lightly, more affectionate with alcohol in his system, though he had always enjoyed touch. He had been - not denied, but had to abstain - for it overly much when he took the crown, and that restraint released some when he was feeling tipsy.