You know, I'm not sure when the last time I had a drink was.

[Reaching over, he grabbed the bottle of bourbon at random and poured himself a glass. He knocked it back neatly and then poured another. In all honesty, it had probably been over a year. So Chris' tolerance was low.]

I take it back, I do remember. I thought I won. I thought I'd gotten the last demon to get to my brother. I was wrong.

[He paused frowning, looking up at Crane.]

Does it still count if it's sparkling cider because your aunt has a problem with certain liquids? If not it's been a while.

[since he relaxed or since he had a drink?]