"It's not hard to believe. I'm the one who put the drink in your hand, after all." Interesting, though that Ginsberg doesn't claim to not be miserable or not be trying to escape. Ned files that information away as he prattles on, "Can't say I've ever tried anything outlandish, in terms of mind-altering substances. I'm not very adventurous. Or... at all adventurous." He gives a nervous little smile, sips at his drink. "I've never been a big fan of taking risks, which is probably hard to believe since I asked you here, but that's actually quite a departure from the usual for me." He smiles faintly at his echo of Ginsberg's own line.

It was a gamble, after all. Asking a strange man he'd never seen before if he wanted to get a drink. Flirting with him. "Not sure what's gotten into me today," he admits.

"So what way do you do it? Just writing?" he asks, less worried this time about the intimacy of the question, since Ginsberg had answered the first one without complaint.