Elspeth frowned. "Well... we were speaking as I drank it, but so was Mr. Cullen, and he didn't seem angry with me. In fact, it was quite the opposite." She was so thankful for her mask, at the moment, and the anonymity it afforded her in the assembly hall. At least she would be 'that mysterious shrew' to most. "Why do you ask? If you're implying I'm intoxicated, I regret to inform you that I didn't have enough for that. Which is a pity, because it would've been a wonderful excuse."