Do you want me to tell Ma Chaika about her charming guest's very unfortunate illnesses?

Gets worse and worse with drink, possibly at the cost of his life, but ah, he never knows how to take care of himself, never knows when to stop. Not that you would've had any idea, but maybe don't give him quite so much mead . . .

[ He absolutely does not know enough Russian to be able to coherently convey like. Half of that. Not to mention he's smiling the entire time as he's saying that, but still. ]