He doesn't ask why Linden isn't worried about it. Anyone who knows anything about Linden knows why -- because Linden intends to run his body so ragged it breaks down long before he reaches anything even approaching 'old'.

"I don't -- not often," he amends. A social drink at parties, certainly. Maybe two if there are reruns of the arena playing.

"I'll drink with you if you'd like. I've been led to believe it's more enjoyable with company."

It was certainly fun when he drank over half a bottle of wine in one sitting and wound up drunk as a skunk because his body had no idea how to deal with so much alcohol after a lifetime of virtually none at all. At least then he'd had Roland to steer him back to the tower and keep him out of trouble.