She chuckled at the blond wizard. "Oh yeah? Well, there's nothing bad about being a good boy. It's more fun to corrupt the good ones then those who are already naughty," Minerva teased.
Biting her lip, Minerva managed not to laugh at the bloke when he downed the firewhiskey as she suggested that he do. To his credit, he didn't cough out a lung after. Just some choking and sputtering, and Minerva gave him an impressed look - already pouring him out another.
"Not bad there, chap. We'll have you a seasoned firewhiskey drinker in no time. Have another, on the house. Stick with me and all the good little boy image will slide right off," she said, grinning.