About to say that magic was lame, Adam recalled his standing orders from his father, the King. Don't anger the powerful alien witch, were his orders. Sighing, the soldier ended up nodding.
"Because people want more then what they have been given? I don't know...some people have differing tastes."
Nodding again, he rose and went back to the bar. Grabbing a bottle of expensive aged brandy, he returned and opened the bottle. Pouring a little into each of their glasses, he sat back and waited to see how she would react to this.
"Monk-kid? You have a drink called monk-kid?" he asked incredulously.