Oh, a shot. Now, let it be known that he didn't usually drink... and had never drank before, but it wasn't like anyone was paying attention, and he was feeling a little like jello. With a quick, casual look around, he accepted the offered shot, slamming it back and then bristling visibly. Yeah that was. New. Give him a moment to cough and sputter about the burn.

"I've... never seen one off those before." He didn't often go to bars bask in Tokyo, and the ones he had gone to were small and quiet.

"Thanks for the, uh, drink?" He could probably use water, though. And just how was he supposed to answer that muscle question? "Generally I hide it under my clothing." He was just wiry! More like a track runner or a swimmer than a football player.