Orsino rolled over and situated himself into a normal sitting position - no use trying to drink scotch on his back, which would likely result in him simply choking.
"Probably. How exactly do they suppose Muggleborns are stealing magic anyway?" he said, his tone bordering on bitter. Orsino pondered the mouth of the bottle before indulging, enjoying the feel of the alcohol. He didn't wait long to take a second.