"Thanks. Just got it." The doppelganger likes this guy's taste in clothing. And he takes a drink out of his own glass, which is probably his tenth or eleventh that evening, because try as he might, he just can't get drunk. Stupid Undead constitution. He frowns down at the glass after he's emptied it. "This stuff taste watered-down to you? I told them to give me the good stuff, but I think they're trying to screw me over."