Maybe! But water could eat through concrete too, given enough time. And I'm sure you don't spurn that, now, do you?

[Henry brings his heels together, remaining steadfast with his offer by keeping it slightly poised toward Diana in case she were to change her mind and think twice.]

But my drink's not the only regretful drink in this place. Ever hear the tales drunkards tell following a night on the town? Waking up with gold they don't remember earning, rousing in towns they don't recognize, in the company of people they've never met... It's all the same in the end.