He pokes his head into the room, taking hard look at what she's holding before chuckling and removing his cigarette to tap off the burnt end. "For fucks sake, love, if you're randy to get in trouble, you've gotta do better than an Aether Vial. Ever since Pereplut was killed in the 80's that thing's been as useful as tits on a bull! Now, if you'd be so kind, please bugger off and get shitfaced somewhere that doesn't involve worldly powers beyond your understanding. I don't exactly have another magical psychic artist just lying around to replace you."