Tristan shook his head. "I'm a slow drinker, I'm afraid," he admitted, as if that was something to be ashamed of. And he was in that moment. He was against heavy drinking. Had seen plenty of problems, physical and psychological, caused by it. And yet in that moment, his temperance made him feel inferior. He quickly took another, larger drink.

"That was kind of you. I suppose, if she got married, you managed well enough, then?"