"Hey now. I don't get drunk easily." Soren protested, accepting the refill. "I used to outdrink soldiers back in Scandinavia all the time when I was first playing around with my shifting. Hell, I haven't gotten wasted in decades." His tolerance wasn't unlimited, but it was better than any vanilla human could hope for, for the most part. The man didn't usually drink to get buzzed; he just thought the taste was all right. "What I really need are cheap cigarettes all day, every day, but it just doesn't work at all with a beak." he groused, shifting on his heels- a subtle indication of how he never felt quite balanced in his human shape, no matter how long he spent in it- though he wasn't exactly clumsy. In any case, for all his myriad protests about how humans suck, lips sure come in handy.