Ferus grins at the human as he looks by him, then his attention turns back to Samuel, amused by his reaction to the drink. "I should certainly hope so, at my size and bulk it takes something strong to have any effect... even if alcohol doesnt do the same thing to me that it does to you." He has his own look around the bar, amused to see such strangely different beings in the same place, the scent of human making him shift his weight a bit, wrapping his tail around his middle and letting the fluffier portion rest across his lap. Something about them always gets him 'going' so to speak.<br/><br/>"As for this being a vacation... Yes, comparitively to my normal duties it is. This is the kind of thing I like to do to unwind. Sow a little dischord here and there, provide a few people with the means to reduce one another to a fine paste, or maybe molten slag. And then sit back, relax, and watch to see what they do with it all. It's like one of those... what do ya call ems... uhhh... TV shows. That's the one." He empties another bottle, and lets out a soft rumble, that churr vibrating his barstool. "Besides, it's a lot less stressful here than it is there, no matter what I'm doing."