He started to give his son a mock glare, but stopped, as his sense of humor might not translate well. "You forget, god. You want alcohol? I can give you a distillery that makes alcohols dead from before the giants were civilized. I can get you alcohols that me and Barid and Verdelet drank before sallying forth against our enemies in our first lives. I can even make brand new ones, just for you! The question isn't having some, but where do you want the bar?"