Rowan huffs out a dry laugh at that. Seems the answer to everything is to take something to make it easier, whether it be aphrodisiacs or simple liquor. At least he can get behind the liquor more easily than the rest. At least he has some measure of control there.

He lifts his glass a well before finishing it off in one go.

"I guess I should become a fan of this stuff, and fast," he says, leaning against the bar, elbows propped up on the counter.

"Anyway, that's my story of misery. I'm glad you're not as bad off, from the looks of it."