Merlin shook her hand, and then let go, smiled. "Ahhh! I apologize for misreading it. The grip of the warriors was much like that, in my world. Hands on wrists, gripping, so that what could be combat was instead friendship met." He nodded, eyes warm.

"Forgive me. I know not that drink. This is Ambrosia, the lesser kind, and thus safe to drink, by all. It was made in the hallowed halls of Atlantis, and there gifted with herbs that give it the property of the warrior. It will make you drunk if you wish it, and if then, you need to be sober, you merely need will it so, and all drunkenness will leave you."

Merlin canted his head to the man. "Tell me of that drink, though sir, soemtime, and I may be able to summon it."