Avery grunted. "My brother," he said, his tone spelling out his feelings on that particular person. The very same one who had gone back for postgrad just to get on the Goldenhawk bandwagon. If Xander got beamed up to the mothership, there would be no tears from Avery.
He didn't know what was in the "ambrosia" and he didn't care to, so long as it got him enough drunk that he could loosen up a bit. "Where do you think we should start first?" he asked, looking around. No helpful signage to say where an immortal/alien/fairy/clone might be hiding their secrets.