"I know the feeling," Fiona replied as she reached for the bottle and poured him another neat measure of scotch. That it wasn't her brothers that she was mostly referring to didn't bear mentioning. Frank was a sore subject on the best of days, and lately…

On impulse, she reached for a clean glass, poured herself some scotch, and proceeded to knock it swiftly back with all the aplomb of an alcoholic's daughter.

"So if you're not human, does booze affect you the same way?" she asked after a brief wince, already setting the glass aside to be washed.