[He wants to protest, because while he's fine with laudanum and prisoner's honey, strong alcohol always hits him hard. But he thinks better of it. Maybe he can just discreetly get rid of the drink somewhere. Openly refusing a devil's invitation never seems like a good idea.]
[He takes a slow sip, and smiles at the devil politely.]
I am enjoying myself, sir. I'm honoured to be here. You were involved in the trade, were you?