"I've killed men while drunker than this," she says, somewhat defiantly. "And I can hold my drink well. I may be small, but I once won a drinking contest with a dwarf. Took the druid two poison cures the next morning before I could walk straight, but I still won," she answers, grinning fiercely, her tail swaying back and forth. "I've only had one bottle, after all, and while it's not weak, I've had stronger. And can't say I've ever fucked a dragon... well, there was that lizardman that almost... but not a dragon. Think I might save that for after I get to know you,t he real you, a bit better." She finishes off the last bit of fish, impaled on the fork she'd been waving around as she spoke, before adding, "Besides... I've got a special treat for you. My last adventure, I needed a Regeneration spell, after the bastard cut off my hand. Turns out it has some... side effects, and I haven't gotten laid, since," she says, with a wink.