"Would've paid double for that," he said agreeably, taking a swallow of the alcohol. It burned pleasantly on the way down, but it would take a lot more than this to get the puck drunk; he'd had cocktails with Socrates, as it were. "You know what I mean. People today have no respect for a proper death-omen anyway," he teased, reaching over to pat Soren's shoulder. "Don't take it personally. Half of 'em haven't read Shakespeare either."