"Not yet, though that might be more because I haven't got an Inferni on the crew at the moment than it being a show of their restraint." Kaz is never one to give credit where it might not be due. Mostly though he checks in because things can turn on a dime, especially in Ketterdam, and the separation anxiety of leaving his territory is real. It's not that he doesn't trust his people, he just doesn't want anything to happen when he's not able to help. Control issues, it's certainly not the first time they've cropped up in Kaz's life.

He accepts the glass slid his way with a nod of thanks, lifting it to sip. He knows full well he's got the lowest tolerance of this particular group thanks to her witch and his vampire metabolisms. He knows his tolerance level though and for a human he's no slouch. Two or three glasses of whiskey or wine won't leave him stumbling, albeit possibly buzzed. "I wonder what pasta you could make with whiskey," he muses, mostly to annoy Adonis, as he turns the glass in his hand.