[ He blinks, puzzled—of course it's okay, he's the one who asked in the first place, and also no doubt the weaker link of the two. Why, he might even drag her down. But he's determined to put forth his best foot forward. Finding the brightest talent in the room isn't so he can mooch off her efforts, but rather to learn from her boozy expertise.

—Or maybe he just wants a good vantage point to stare some more? Or both? Whatever the case, he taps his chin thoughtfully. ]

I've never been a barmaid either, I'm afraid.

[ A shame, but not that it'll deter him. Nay, the spirit of competition awaits. ]

No matter. Our experience elsewhere will make up the difference—alcohol is but a sort of poison, is it not? You must've handled worse before.