Rodolphus couldn't help but laugh at the reaction, this was definitely better than staying in the house all night. He was honestly surprised that Potter had so willingly taken the drink, perhaps it would be easy to get the younger man drunk. It was a waste of good fire whiskey, but it did go to a good cause. He was determined to get the other man to drink at least two or three more glasses. If he got Potter to drink more, then it was a good night.
"Yes, something you get used to. After a few more glasses you'll be drinking like a pro." He nodded, moving to top of both of their glasses. He lifted his glass then took it down, shaking his head breifly as he felt the burn start in his throat and slowly make it's way down. "It is, but it reminds you that you're alive. Can't get that with your butterbeer, can you?"