Havoc chuckled at Pella's jest as he followed her. "No, that's the problem, I hold mine to well. It doesn't affect me so why drink at all?" He said walking through the set of doors. "I'm not so into those more fruity drinks, that is if I do drink." Then barely a whisper Havoc pondered, "I wonder if they have blood?" The Dragon would follow Pella to the bar and then after sitting he got the bartender's attention before saying, "Set this pretty lady up with whatever she wants. I'm paying."