Alastor shrugged, "Why not? It's not like I'll be tasting the chaotic energy of my home plane anytime soon, so I might as well try this bane of humanity you speak of. I do not know, however, what effect it might have on my body and mind."

Walking over to the counter, he leaned against it and watched as Andy went about getting the required items. A bottle of amber colored liquid and two glasses, both of which he set on the counter as Alastor considered what he had said. Just how would this beverage effect him? From what he'd learned of his prison thus far, it seemed as though he possessed some natural abilities that normal humans did not, an example of which was his rapid healing rate. If logic held true, then perhaps this healing factor would extend to shrugging off the alcohols effects as well?

There was only one way to find out.

"Either way," he went on, absentmindedly drumming his fingers against the countertop as he nodded towards the bottle. "There's only one way to know for sure."