"I'd have to stop you, we might need their brains to get out of this one," Klaus stated, almost distractedly, as he thought over how to answer Nuada's question.

"I don't generally get drunk," he started, and looked up at Nuada. He had almost grown used to the oddness of his face by now, much as it had never properly startled him. "But when I do, there is generally a lot of blood involved. It would be best to avoid that, this time."