It is surprisingly drinkable, though not tailored for the refined palate of upstanding citizens such as you and I. [Zevran, as usual, is all too amused by himself. He stands.]

First round is on me, my friend.

[Zevran is definitely the 'feel free to look at my legs and butt whilst I saunter' type. Not that he expects Kate to look, but it's funny how he expects attention in a bar he praised for its anonymity.

He does expect he'll be forgotten in a drunk haze, but to anyone who gives him a leer, he offers a wink before ordering two - ales? - beers! Yes, that is it. Beers, please. Oh, what would I do without your assistance, dear barkeep?]