[As instructed, Ain has a seat, crossing his legs and neatly folding his hands in his lap. One has to wonder how he's not absolutely baking in that fur coat of his, but that aside...]
Aha, I don't care much for liquor.
[On one hand, it's probably polite to take an offered drink. On the other, Ain super does not enjoy how liquor tastes or how it affects him either. He gets a little melancholy and vent-y, which is bad for a man who likes to keep his secrets close to his chest.]
Have you considered some water? It looks like you're well into your cups.
[He'll launch into all of the stories he owes in a moment. First comes the light judgement upon day drinking.]
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Aha, I don't care much for liquor.
[On one hand, it's probably polite to take an offered drink. On the other, Ain super does not enjoy how liquor tastes or how it affects him either. He gets a little melancholy and vent-y, which is bad for a man who likes to keep his secrets close to his chest.]
Have you considered some water? It looks like you're well into your cups.
[He'll launch into all of the stories he owes in a moment. First comes the light judgement upon day drinking.]