[Jezebel tenses and there is a warier, caged-animal look on his face now. Because even if he Ianchus has never given Jezebel reason to be uneasy around him, there is still the old instinctive paranoia. And Ianchus is drunk, and angry, and standing over him, and very likely stronger than him. And Jezebel is even weaker than he usually is, the potion having drained him thoroughly of what little physical ability he has normally.

Carefully, he asks:] And how would I do that?