Lucien couldn't help but laugh at Faolan's words. [color=burlywood]"It's not often I see you get competitive, forgive me for wanting to see a bit more."[/color] He said with a small grin, though he didn't tear his gaze away from the Irishman. 

[color=burlywood]"I won't, promise."[/color] He said with confidence. While he wasn't sure whether it would be true, he kept in mind that his body had always been pretty resilient. That made him believe that he had the potential to last a lot longer than the average person when it came to this. It was also one of the things he had been curious to find out for sure. He reached for the bottle, and poured the same amount as before into both glasses, before sliding Faolan's glass back in his direction. 

[color=burlywood]"But if it does happen, you can just carry me back. Since you'll probably be okay."[/color] He said jokingly as he raised his glass, and then drank it in the same way as the previous time. Now that he wasn't caught by surprise by the strong taste, it was a little easier to down this time around. He couldn't deny the warmth this drink brought on, but he still felt relatively clear headed. 

[color=burlywood]"That time wasn't so bad."[/color] He commented, his voice less hoarse this time around.