Could be he just doesn't drink around others, could be he really doesn't drink at all. Either way, what's someone going to do? Poison the drink he likely won't be drinking?

"Yet seems like the key word to me there," Billie replies.

With glasses on the table, Billie will reach across to snag the bottle and pry the cork out. If Shura's getting the glasses, she may as well do the pouring, which she does and then sets the bottle aside once more. Without any sounds of dragonets dying painful deaths, she doesn't spare them another glance, though Red is happy that at least one of the two dragons he's met thus far is willing to put up a better right. He'll suffer through a few kicks before backing off, wings spreading out to make himself look bigger.