"That seems fair. Drugs and alcohol could be quite the mix if it was what they went for."

Lancelot is off duty, in the police sense, so he'd rather not be trying to handle that sort of mess. He examines some bottles to see if the seals have been broken before belatedly realising magic probably doesn't care about seals and sighing in resignation, picking up a plate and picking himself a few pieces of cold meat.

"If I start acting peculiar you have my full permission to knock me out and drag me home before I cause a scene."