Don't think I'll regret it. I might go with something a little less dramatic after this, though.

[He's done more to increase his tolerance in a few months than he has his entire life before now. The place is driving him to drink. Or something.]

[At the other's reaction he tilts his head and then grins.] As long as it's good, right? [He leans back a little, looking down at his own drink, grin fading to a thoughtful smile. His eyes don't quite glow brightly enough to obscure how pleasant they look like that, gazing a bit dreamily. Then he shakes his head and downs the last of this concoction, the dark grey of his skin flushing a dusky brown.] Yeah, that's... Oooh, that's enougha that stuff....

So, is bourbon what you would usually have back home?