[Like Bond has sworn off anything in his life. He doesn't try to take the shot at once, entirely unconcerned with proving his mettle. He remembers the Maledictions. He sips, grimaces at the burn, lets it spread and tickle his throat. Then he downs the rest, swallows hard, and it's a bit like having teeth in his throat again. Then it's gone, just warm, and he slides the tumbler back again.]
spam
Hell has all the best indulgences.