Shuo began to realize that he may have drank more than the others. In his quest to compensate for his implants making it harder for him to get inebriated he may have over done it quite a bit. His vision beyond 10 feet was more blurry than he could imagine and he could feel himself swaying a little bit. There was nothing he could really do about that though other than sit back in the chair, though his body was refusing the command.  He forgot that along with his drunk states not lasting as long his implants would get rid of his tolerance for him. He found that this was....counterproductive sometimes. Even if he wanted to he couldn't build up a tolerance to anything as long as his implants were on their current setting. Even to venom........he looked over to Shiva and found her holding his head spike. 

At that moment Telmeck's question registered with Shuo. After looking back over to the blob of colors that was what he assumed the lizards he managed to speak a coherent sentence. "Well.....what's it like having a tail at your waste. It would drag around on things, and you can't sharpen......it." Shuo looked back over to Shiva and pulled his numb spike back towards himself and towards his hand, attempting to be mindful to not cut Shiva. He put the spike up to his thumb and took the long side of the sharp end and then ran is thumb along it. This cut very cleanly a small gash on Shuo's thumb. He held it up for the lizards to see. "You can sharpen it, I wanted......I wanted to get my head spike modified to have some metal in it but my application didn't get approved until after we left. Took like a week or two or something." Shuo then pressed the larger of his 3 fingers against his thumb to stop the bleeding of his blue blood.

Shuo sat back in his chair and rested his head spike on the couch arm. He blinked out of sync for a moment then kept trying to look at the blobs across from him, giving up he looked at Shiva. "Why do you cut your's off, most people have a medical reason or a implant reason or some personal reason. Last isn't terribl...y common." Shuo was fighting off the urge to go to sleep in the chair as his belly burned like a furnace. Somehow Shuo managed to catch the word implants out of Rareth and raised his hand and said "Yes I have implants. They do things......I think."