[ K suppresses a cheeky urge to respond with I meant your upper head. Which is for the best when Savage follows up with a mention of Maul petting him, too. Narrowly dodged that awkwardness.

But it's probably a good sign that he's able to make lighthearted jokes about Dirk and Savage's prior arrangement, even if only within the privacy of his own mind. Though the reminder of what he's lost also leaves a hollow ache in its wake that's hard to ignore. In moments like this, it's a shame alcohol doesn't affect him. ]

Then consider me your guide. You'll have to come by more often, sounds like you have a lifetime of sobriety to make up for. Though plenty of virgin drinks are good, too. [ And just in case the terminology doesn't translate well across different universes— ] Non-alcoholic drinks, that is.

[ Then Savage is rising from his seat, and leaning entirely across the bar and—... Baffled, K at first sort of braces himself, not even knowing what to expect. And despite seeing it coming, being on the receiving end of a surprisingly non-violent headbutt catches him off guard, his amused confusion only growing with the nuzzle. Oh. Huh. The affection behind the gesture is unmistakable, and there's not even the excuse of Savage being drunk yet.

K isn't sure that it was an invitation, but... it wasn't not an invitation? After staring in silence for a few seconds, he eventually leans over the bar himself as Savage tries the drink. ]

I'm glad it's to your taste. And for the record, you'd be invited even if you weren't familiar with space travel. Is this okay—? [ Reaching up with one hand, he touches his fingertips to Savage's head a bit below where his horns start, and if there's no protest, there will be some careful petting happening. Being a Coldblood renders K cool to the touch, but not startlingly so thanks to the heat of the nearby lit fireplace. ]