"Hah. Lucky England. Should hope it stays that way." It's said with some measure of sincerity, even. The moments where he can say he enjoys the work he does are few and far between. He's vague on his world history, but the Conjunction of the Spheres is something even he's heard of. More than a thousand years ago, and all the magic it brought is still royally screwing the world over.

At the question, though, he smirks. "White Gull -- Witcher brew. Don't get me wrong, this stuff is decent, but it adds that little ..." He wiggles his fingers. "...kick."