Lambert's thinking isn't far off from a lot of Vigil soldiers, which is probably what makes Syrlya more willing to play along. Not being terribly refined in the alcohol department, he does no sniffing to testing before he just takes the shot of fae ale like he would water. He;s definitely unaware of the potency.

Syrlya pauses, swallowing and them clearing his throat from the burn of alcohol. "It's--not bad. I wasn't sure what it would be like, with that color..."