Hey, I have a very high tolerance, for your information.

[A big fat lie, of course. Even if he wasn't as weak as he was when he first tried alcohol, he was still pretty small, hence fell into drunkenness rather fast. It was common knowledge that he could never hide very well.

But he raises an eyebrow at her words, in amusement but unsure of what her intentions might be.] Oh, really? Alright, then. Let's pretend that you are. What reasons would I need to get drunk for? You know, other than possibly wanting to see me make a fool of myself somehow.