Crazy was a bit of an understatement. "Oh, definitely. Getting stabbed was about the last thing I was thinking of when I woke up today," He mused. "God, I hope the scar's not too bad." The healing magic used on him would probably make the chance of it being noticeable a bit lower. Thank goodness for magically-inclined bystanders. Taking the other mug that was prepared, he took a quick drink. While doing so, his eyebrows raised noticeably. He was used to things that were weak enough to cause a minor tingle, but it didn't taste too bad, so he decided to keep at it.<br/><br/>When Sheo came back, he glanced over the edge of the cup towards her. He set the vessel down, lightly gripping at his own throat when he swallowed the alcohol. It had caused a bit more of a burn than he'd anticipated, but after a moment bearing a slightly worried expression, he was fine. He'd only finished about half of the first mug before another one was passed his way, one filled with a drink that was renowned for its strength. In response to Avis' comment, he responded "Cheers," and took a drink himself, gulping a mouthful down. His reaction was immediate, putting the cup back down on the table and coughing. His throat felt like it had been set on fire. "O-oh my<span style="font-style: italic">god,</span>" He choked out, pounding at his chest with a balled fist.