"Ah, so the fact that you use your magic flippantly for lighting cigars when matches and lighters exist is because you don't care or something that small doesn't matter?" He called it flippant, but Vander wouldn't deny he was impressed by it. This whole magic conversation was interesting. "So... those in stone, are they dead or trapped in that state with awareness?"

Apparently he had a lot of catching up to do to be in a similar state of inebriation as his companion, but if this conversation was going to have traction, he definitely would be soon enough. He made a point of not talking much about his relationships with those of his world much. He remained in the isolated world of: undercity business is undercity business.

"Ah, I see how it is. Ride me on a trolley and now you're getting my drunk for a second round and some kiss and tell time." He wasn't against it. "You're also remarkably good at walking around while drunk."