"So that I may catch up?" He laughs, as if the very idea is funny. He's since lost count too, but he's sure he's keeping up!

"Oh, don't slow down on my behalf. By all means, show me this vaunted tolerance of yours!"

Throwing back another drink, he feels his cheeks flush. He's warm, his head is starting to spin a little, but he's sure he's faring better than his friend.

"You were always a fussy one, Emet-Selch. You surely understand as much."