No arguments here. He nods slowly in agreement, setting his glass down.

"We're not. But I'm not dealing with that right this moment. Later." It's not denial, it's a promise. All things in their own time, including grappling with the big existential problems they already chatted about. The difference between Cao Pi and the Wild Hunt is that he will fight, but has already accepted that if this fight goes the way the eight-headed serpent did, death is an option. It's the fine line between rolling over and giving up right here and now, and doing it at the true, utter end. That's what makes him better (in his own mind) than the Hunt.

But he's too drunk to get into all of that right now, all he's got for Rosinante is a sympathetic gaze that wobbles a bit.