Goodman watched Jen go with the light of interest flickering through his eyes past his glasses but turned back to King with a soft quirk of his lips. "Uh...shrunken heads...?"<br/><br/>Quickly, he looked around, searching for the described armoire, his macabre curiosity piqued. But for the moment, he wasn't willing to abandon King to be a creepy introvert and fondle dead things.<i>Just be normal, act cool,</i>he thought, giving the other man a slanted grin and a quick nod in gratitude for the drink before taking a sip.<br/><br/>"Things have been alright," he said easily, squinting over his swallow of egg nog over how much the rum-nog ratio was slanted towards alcohol. Shit, King wasn't kidding. Heh. "Been trying to even out all the mischief and hedonism from most of the year with a flash of positivity the last couple of months. Otherwise, Santa won't bring me nothin'. How 'bout you? Getting into trouble or just being naughty?" He offered the other man a flirtatious wink as he tipped the glass for another drink.