[The feeling is nice, really. Otto doesn't know whether the warmth comes from the alcohol, Bruno's shade identity or something else entirely. Whatever it is, he likes it. He smiles wistfully, ducking his head a bit.]

Is that so? God, I can't imagine something like that at all. I came from a city that's so big, it's the size of a small country. Millions of people, all stacked on top of each other in the hustle and bustle. [He pauses for a moment, then grins and takes another sip from his drink.] ... I don't miss it one bit.