It's a strange question, not one he's ever considered before, though maybe that's strange in a place like this one which might very well turn post-apocalyptic at a moment's notice. Before quietly going back to normal once more.

"Is 'none of the above' an option," he replies after a moment's though. Noah's hand is warm on his foot and he keeps it there as he takes another sip of wine, making a noise as he swallows, remembering something. "Fucked a zombie hunter a few months ago, actually. She was surprisingly normal considering."