Lucius seemed satisfied at the amount Rabastan had swallowed down, having watched him more carefully than the other new players, or rather, potential new players. They were swallowing down fire-whiskey too, although not as nervously as Rabastan had. After all, the boy hadn't turned into anything, and the bottle had been sealed before Lucius had opened it, so it clearly hadn't be tampered with.
"It tastes better after the first sip, doesn't it?" Lucius said casually to the young man, "Now, as for your robes, Rabastan, you'll have to take those ones off. Can't put new ones over the top, can we?" He said, moving to unfasten the top button of Rabastan's robes, "We'll look after them don't worry. Fleshly laundered on the end of your bed tomorrow morning."