<div class="floatright">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSvCmjwtqp1zLousJDFK_oKiGOThjWoDZLO5nB8YLOq6psywVxc5Q)</div><br/>Henry turns towards Alizeh, drink still in hand, and looks at her askance. Up close, and with his multicolored spectacles hanging slightly askew, it's much clearer why he wears them in the first place. His left eye is dark-pupiled and otherwise ordinary - the right eye is blue, bloodshot, and bulges slightly from its socket. More relevantly, it twitches and rolls about apparently entirely under its own devices, totally independent of whatever the left eye is doing. Currently, it is roving up and down Alizeh's body in a slow and very deliberate inspection - a contrast to Henry's left eye looking her in the face with a slightly crooked smile.<br/><br/>"While the spirit of your offer is definitely appreciated, miss, that would be exceedingly difficult. This is a personal recipe I devised myself, after some extensive experimentation. Regular alcohol has somewhat of a different effect on me than it does most people, I become physically impaired and uncoordinated much faster than the mental consequences of intoxication develop. This drink includes several unconventional ingredients meant to significantly stimulate the latter, resulting in a more classically balanced result."<br/><br/>Sharell's comment does seem to catch his attention - or part of it, at least. The twitchy right eye leaves off it ogling and rolls sideways to glare at the wizard. "Double life...hah. More like two half-lives if you ask me - not that anyone ever does. Try it sometime."