"Oh, they can give you good scotch," he muses. "It'll just be drugged with something. Aphrodisiacs at the very least. But then one some days you turn into a wolf and have to go live in the woods for a few days."

Is he speaking from personal experience? Maybe. ...yes.

"Eight months, I've been here," he adds with a wry, slanted grin. "Long enough to understand the lay of the land. You are one of the new arrivals, oui?"