"No, seriously, man, slow down," Howard says, a bit more insistently, and with a suddenly nervous keen to his voice. He's not sure how to react if he can't keep Orc's drinking at least somewhat in check - before, there was a matter of supply, and the fact that he was the one responsible for procuring the booze. But it's suddenly occurring to him what a mistake it was to provide Orc with a way to get alcohol that doesn't rely on Howard.

He feels a chill. "Really, man. Sit down. Give it a minute."

And stepping again out of striking range, "you remember what happened last time you got too sloshed, right?"