At least that solves the mystery of why Lambert would spike alcohol with even more alcohol. What was in that bottle, being that strong, must outstrip whiskey by far. If that man can drink it without a magical trick up his sleeve, too, he can only imagine whatever those "bad potions" he had mentioned before has changed much more than how his eyes look.

Good to know. It's not that he would ever think to try poisoning someone else, but knowing what won't work is always a plus. In any case, he sets his glass back down and shrugs, like it's nothing at all.

"So I've been told." He'll take it as a compliment just fine, but he never really knows what to do with those. If anything, he, again, sounds like he finds it funny. The explanation for its actual use, however, that he can respond to better than any compliment. "Ah, and yet here you are drinking it."

Well, both of them now, not just Lambert, but that was very much a one time deal on his own part.

"No wonder you would call it poison, if that is what it's meant for."