we built this city on broken glass

How very curious it was to watch Malia examine that shot glass, the young woman eyeing it almost warily before sniffing at the liquid within. That heated, potent alcohol scent, he knew, decidedly overpowering to the senses, especially for a Were. Indeed, alcohol so tended to hold a scent almost...unappealing to their species. The animal within so often recoiling and yet those human tastes so readily overrode that animalistic disdain. Malia, he knew, would hardly shy away from the challenge placed before her. She was simply not that sort of girl. Her pride so coupled with her boldness near demanding she meet that challenge head on. Frost inclined to find such a trait near endearing within the woman and yet for now he said little of it. The stallion instead offering that explanation of shots if only for the sake of furthering her learning on the manner. His very query on her ability to actually hold that alcohol met with a rather dubious instance she held it 'well enough' outside of feeling warm and giggly. That, he supposed was an expected enough response. In the very least it hardly appeared she was about to be the sort of being whom became overly aggressive when intoxicated.

Frost paused only long enough to push that shot towards her once the glass was filled. The equine offering that brief and yet pointed explanation of exactly what he desired from her when it came to down that drinking. That near puzzled look on Malia's features so giving way to the wariness the woman still seemed to harbour for the entire affair and yet she hardly baulked. Perhaps she would have, had she understood the true potency of that drink and the near inability of most to down more than a glass or two of it. That liquor a distinctly acquired taste and one that took several years to build any sort of immunity too. How amusing this might prove to be. Frost reached to take his own glass then, the stallion counting down as he had insisted he would be throwing back that shot. Malia, not seeking to be out done, so readily appeared to do the same. That drink slid near smoothly down his own throat. Frost relishing in that near burning taste as a watery-eyed Malia very near glared back towards him before abruptly proclaiming he was trying to kill her. The womans very declaration prompting that simper to his lips, an easy chuckle humming from within the depths of his chest- that sound only increasing as Malia abruptly leaned forward to snatch his own glass as if to assure herself they had both taken a drink of the same liquid.

"In my country we drink it often. I am used to it- but it amuses me to watch others drink it."

That simper upon his lips only widened all the more. Frost so rarely one for jokes, after all, there was little in all the world Frost found amusing in the slightest and yet this, it seemed, held a clear humour for the stallion. That alcohol all but rampaging within the young woman's system as Frost so declared her, officially, his Second in Command in the wake of that alcoholic blessing. Malia's assurance that she would surely be unable to talk from throat damage earned her little save that soft sound of amusement once more before the white-haired man simply nodded.

"Even if you cant talk from throat damage."

He offered that assurance simply in those cool, easy lyrics. That drink so at last seeming to reach the woman's head. Malia shifting slightly within her chair with that simple 'whoa' as its full potency so surely struck at her.

"I think just the one will be enough for tonight."

Frost shifted within his own seat then, the stallion moving to grasp that bottle and glasses and return them to his own desk drawer if only to prevent his new Beta attempting to test her own limits even further. The Icelandic man returned smoothly to his chair then, both feet lifted to rest upon his desk as he lent backward within his chair in that near picture of laconic ease. That amusement decidedly clear upon his features as his arms so folded behind his head.

"Our meeting is finished now, you are free to go. Enjoy the feeling though, won't you?"

FrosT