He smirked, and nipped at her neck. "Actually, I promised to fuck you properly, and that it would take MAYBE an hour. However, a returning male should always arrive bearing gifts, and luckily I have. I found this stuff on my little forced sojourn, and it hit me like a sledge hammer to the back of the head."<br/><br/>He pulled a large keg out of his personal storage space, and set it on the floor, before pulling out a pitcher, a mug, and a shot glass. "I would advise starting with the shot glass, personally. I doubt the others would appreciate it, but you were always a connoisseur of alcohol, so a chance to try one no one else has should be an appropriate gift. It is, near as me and the constructs can tell, call Lynroc, and is to normal alcohol what a crash and heal spell is to a normal landing and then take off."<br/><br/>He carefully filled the shot glass, and then levitated it to her, a playful grin on his face. "Care to play?"