He grins. "Brakes Demoneye. You think you can match me? Bring it on, bearman. Let's see what your stomach can handle." He downs a yet another glass. "How many have you had so far? I'm up to two so far." He finishes his glass, and his tail begins slithering back and forth on the wooden floor. His confident smirk and arrogant stance unnerve others around him. "Another round for me and Borthric! Let's give these "good" people a reason to remember this night!" He looks at the holy men and laughs. "You boys just gonna sit there and watch, or are you gonna participate? Surely your gods will protect you from intoxication!"