"I would not be at all surprised. I think I'll stick to beer. Although rumor has it that Claudia has a bottle of eighty-year Laphroaig in her office. I've never found it, though." He offered a Terribly Innocent Look.
"Though that sounds like a hell of a party. I'm trying to picture you chain smoking and I can't do it." He took another swallow of his Heffe and then drained it, and waved his tankard at the bartender. "Actually I could see you smoking, but it would have to be one of those perfumed Turkish cigarettes on a cigarette holder. Or maybe one of those long, engraved hashish pipes."