Lammy gave his thanks as a full glass of libation slid towards him. Ready to down it all in one miserable gulp, he paused, looking on as Lily took her sip first. He cracked a bit of a grin as she voiced her opinion on just how strong the stuff was. It was her voice that made him realize that the predicament he was in could've been a lot worse. He could've been stuck here without any help and with no familiar faces. Instead, he was sharing drinks with some of his greatest friends and his strongest companion. What optimism that had withered away in his moment of despair, had began to restore itself just a bit. 

He looked into the amber liquid, sloshing it around in its little glass. "Vagrant Resurrection, eh?" He stared it down another second, then threw his head back and forced it down. It was a hopeful gulp, rather than a miserable one. "I...[i]immediately[/i] regret doing that!" He struggled to reply as he coughed. Felt as if his body was on fire. And as he lifted his head towards the ceiling, and burped up a small ball of flame, the expression seemed to be quite literal. "Huh. That...usually doesn't happen." Usually when he was breathing fire, it was on purpose...and usually coming out of his hands. Might've been a side effect gained from the practice he undertook with his sister. 

He slid the glass back to their hostess. "Please ma'am, might I have another? Preferably with a chaser?" He asked.