[ Silco's mouth formed into a line.

That sounds weirdly sexual. (Don't worry, Silco, it is.) ]

I don't even know what mana is, so that is likely.

[ He spread his hands, trying to move onto what was suspicious in tone and probably something that he didn't want to think about more than it already was eluded to. ]

Let us call me beyond definition in your world, hm?

[ A crooked smile, before he waved a hand, and someone brought him his own drink from somewhere. Two of them, in fact. ]

That one you just drank either will knock you out cold, or have no effect at all.

Should it be the latter, here.

[ It's just whiskey, but Silco in his domain was always a gracious host. ]