Dimitri:

He glanced over at Twain, barely containing the laughter that was building up within him at the sight of Charles after his few gulps. As funny as it all was, the monk was truly impressed that Twain and Charles had both managed to stay awake. 
"I must admit, I half expected you two to flop out onto your asses after such long drinks, so I applaud you both for your efforts! But I recommending waiting a while before you get to drawing pretties Charles!"
He brought his hands together several times in mock applause, then looked back at Twain with a grin
"How much do you reckon I could sell this fine creation to the people of Earth? It would have to be vastly diluted mind you or else the whole world might fall into chaos and burn itself to the ground! Some of the finest brewers of Temperance would charge no less than sixty to eighty gold talons for their finer brews... But all the ones that I have sampled taste like shit" he finished with a laugh.

Dayna scoffed rudely at the three men, not at all impressed with how easily the monk's poison had led them off topic. She was none the less impressed at his magic though an how easily he had executed it, even in his current state which seemed to be quite a normal state for the jovial monk. She floated around the desk and behind Twain to  observe the book and how all the symbols materialized and crept over the once blank pages at his command. This was also impressive to the elemental sprite but she was confused as to how Twain could apply what was written in the book into his magic. Back home there were no runes or symbols to learn. She simply willed the elements to respond and so they did which enabled her to manipulate them however she desired. The closer she got to Twain, the more sensitive she became to the power that was coursing through him. she spun around to face him and narrowed her eyes "Why Am I so sensitive to the energy that courses through you Mr. Twain? The closer I get to you, the more attracted I feel your power. I don't like it...Silence it right now! before I unintentionally start to syphon it from you! I'm not sure how I'd react to such a strange power should too much of it bleed off of you into me. You're like a strange power source that I can use to recharge with right now and I'm not sure how wise that is at this moment!"

A few sparks of green and violet sparked through her form. Once Dayna realized the reaction, she quickly backed away from the necromancer and slammed into Dimitri's chest which caused him to grunt a little bit as another spark shot through him on contact like static. It was more surprising than painful and Dimitri chuckled as he moved to the side of Dayna to break contact. He wisely remained silent as Dayna recovered and became stable once more then glared at Twain. 
"You! You feel like what those like me describe Deseroh's energy feeling like. At least those that maintain some shred of sanity after exposure anyway..." she trailed off into silence then slowly backed out of the room. "I'm going to find Natasha now!" she called from the hallway.

Dimitri looked at Twain and then Charles with a shrug "I wonder what that was all about. this whole thing keeps getting stranger!" he raised the flask and toasted to that thought. 
"Now, Shall we fetch a  stretcher for Charles and get someone to tuck him in to bed?"