[Silas makes his a double. The bartender knows that means to just hit them both with the closest thing the tavern has to rubbing alcohol. Druid constitution was wonderful for healing and made them very difficult to injure, let alone kill, but it also made relaxing all the more challenging. Whatever kind of moonshine that's poured for them is clear and smells like formaldehyde, but it'll do the job they need.

Silas thanks the tender with a nod and a soft smile.]

I've not known you to be mild about anything. You are a man of extremes, in all directions, Sir Oscar. [and cheers to that, he thinks, raising his glass and tossing back what is practically acid. Mmmnn, pretty good stuff. This tavern should be a regular joint for them...]