Antonin was an intelligent enough man to know when to stop. Sighing to prove he was still a little displeased by the whole conversation, he took a deeper gulp. She wasn't sure how much he'd had to drink exactly, but based on the drooping of his eyelids, he wouldn't be awake much longer. If she didn't tell him her theory about another possible explanation for Corban's current condition, she might not get another chance when he was drunk. He liked to talk under the influence and she wanted to hear his opinion while his tongue was unguarded.