"Of course alcohol is always available. There are taverns, shops and cozy little pubs." And he speaks that last bit as if he has a fondness for a certain one. "But, hmmm..."

Shalem flicks his tail, the glow of the bioluminescent plants making the black scales iridescent, as he moves closer to the man, though he stops a few paces away to preserve both of their privacy, and to avoid excess body heat. While he's cooler than most people and thus is having an easier time in this place, it's still easy to push him into overheating if there's too much.

To say nothing of the people with warmer bodies-- he's sure they're having a time, especially with the stuffy clothing of this world.

"You're definitely overheating. Might be both the alcohol and the humidity in this place... Would you like to find a nice cool area to rest in?"