[ at that question miles blinks sharply, the glazed look that's slowly been sliding over his eyes clearing instantly -- for now -- and he jerks himself back upright a little too hastily. dammit. still very galeni, but that doesn't sound like something a hallucination would say... ]

Drunk on d-- of course not.

[ he looks deeply offended, drawing himself up and squinting at galeni, although whenever his concentration slips his eyes start to look just the tiniest bit glazed again. dammt, shouldn't that nap have helped? no slowing down now. miles's foot starts to tap rapidly instead, something to keep him awake, focused, because if this duv galeni is real then the last thing he wants is a lecture. ]

That'd be highly irresponsible of me, considering I'm also the Senior Beverage Dissemination Officer.

[ did he not mention that? ]