She gave him a very droll stare. "I doubt you could," she responded as she took the flask again. "I do not believe mortal toxins would harm me."
Well, most of them. And not in the same way they would someone who wasn't fae, certainly.
She sipped, a little longer this time, and held it back out to Motark. A strange ritual, but rather...satisfying. Sip, pass, talk. It was almost quaint.
"How far a journey did you make to come to these woods?" she asked, eyes glinting in the glow of the campfire.