[He shakes his head; his answer is slightly self-deprecating.]

Certainly - when I was nine years old.

[He watches the glass being refilled with an expression that's trying to be wry but also trying to be melancholy. Unfortunately, the face that results is quite unpleasant - more than anything, he looks a bit constipated.]

And then I grew up. Come now, you shouldn't act so surprised; would you want to try to be my friend?

[He picks up that glass and drinks again. It's clear enough that the liquor is hitting him rather hard.]