[Oscar's nod to the bartender is with a little more swagger than Silas' but, well, generally you treat the man who hands you drinks well. Not that anyone would try to drug a druid. The smell is absolutely atrocious. Still, that affront to his senses was a good thing now. He'd probably have tried this quality of alcohol even before his druidic transformation.]

[The more it seemed like he shouldn't have something, the more he wanted it.]

I'd argue I'm the type for under or overstatement, though. [So calling it mild was simply much more characteristic of him than being mild himself. Or this was just another step in being contrary.] That's an extreme I'm certainly aligned to.

If you'd like, I could call them raucous fantasies.