Ryshaltze glanced at Oleg, certain that the Denvali had a slight change in tone when he replied. He had not intended for the man to pick up his double-entente, for it was meant to be a personal joke that only himself should be able to appreciate. His observation, though amateurish, did yield that Oleg knew what he was talking about, and was going along the same track of double meanings with him.
"A little here and there. I know how to brew a little myself, just a touch only. I'm able to withstand being knocked over, years of interaction with them spirits you know."
A normal person listening on to the conversation would surmise that he knew how to make little quantities and alcohol, probably Degtine-like liquor, and had a high tolerance threshold for booze from years of drinking.
What the Ethaefal really meant, however, was that he could make a small, and mildly effective amount of Soulmist, and that he could resist possession. He wondered if he was reading too much into Oleg's tone of voice, but having disguised his words thoroughly, it was no harm to figure out if the Denvali really did pick up his meaning.