"I would, yes," Alistair admitted. He finished his own glass and signalled for more. "You make it sound pretty strange. Deaths that don't stay deathly and all that."
Alistair wasn't imagining it, he was sure now. There was someone in the corner who had little spirally things floating above his head. For some reason the spirally things suggested that the man is very drunk. So did the slurred speech and glazed expression and beer sloshed all over the table in front of him, granted, but the little spirally things added to the impression in some way he couldn't explain. Where'd they come from?