I'm great at holding my liquor! I've got a stomach like a python.

[Tsuzuki grins smugly and leans back against the table, picking up his drink again now that he's been reminded of it. He'll do just fine... or, anyway, he won't be any worse at this darts thing than he would be sober.]

And sure, I talk to lots of dead people. I'm a god of death. Or was, anyway, now I'm the god of sweets. It's a nice upgrade!