[Nathaniel holds still a moment, then shakes his head.]

You can stop. Maker, you look like you're going to break something.

[And people said it looked difficult when he smiled. The rogue considers his drink - or, glass, the liquid mostly gone by now - then looks over to the bar. It hadn't exactly been an invitation, but the mage has a point about the free drinks.]

Hm. Very well. Twice as drunk it is. [He lifts his glass.] Cheers.