[Chris watches, elbow on the counter and head resting on his closed first while Bull moves to give himself room. Again, he's very briefly reminded of Amnos, but his poor friend wouldn't be able to play this game at all. His horns would likely slam the counter before his face got anywhere near it.

He's, admittedly, a little worried about the depth perception thing for a moment before Bull proves it's long-not a real issue and easily pulls the same trick and improves it. Chris laughs brightly and claps for Bull's performance.]

Very nicely done, fine sir. Though, I was a bit worried you might choke on the glass for a second there, thing's like a thimble to you.

So I don't know what swill you're used to, but the worst place back home had this one thing to it -other than everyone was so blind-drunk all the time and the proprietor an idiot so I never ran a risk of being recognized- the best thing it had to it was this drink that burned not only the back of your throat, but near-on everything else on it's way through. Haven't found anything like that here. Not sure that I miss it, but it did the damn job.