"Sadly all of it is. When you're used to the slag in back alley cantinas, things that could ruin the intestinal lining of most, it's hard to fall under to something weaker. It's the comfort in the taste and the feel of it, that I am after." And he wasn't wrong when she opened and took her first short sloshed drink. It burned nicely on the way down too. "If Steve were to try, do you think anyone would stand up to him?" She only knew one, and that was vaguely. Micha's husband.