[ Dorian smiles, returning the gesture with his own glass. There's something almost funny about the sight of him, tall and powerful, holding a regular-sized glass just like the rest of them. No, scratch that, it's really funny. Dorian is saving this for future mockery. ]

I'm sure you can have something cooked up. There's bound to be ale around here somewhere-- mix in a bit of sewage and it'll taste just like home.

[ Says the guy who enjoys that sewage-tasting piss water. The shame, Dorian. ]