It...wasn't? Byerly hesitates, a bit thrown off-balance by that assertion. What on earth did she say about him, then? But he can't give in and ask - how embarrassing that would be - so instead he licks his lips uncertainly.

A drink...That is tempting. Much of the useless-drunk act is just an act, but also it's rather not. Maple mead has a vicious kick, but he wouldn't mind something a little stronger still...

"And how would you get this moonshine?"