Balthazar has a few wild stories about harder drugs, himself. Wild enough that they've scared him away from some of them. It's not as much fun blowing coke and jumping on the bed after you've watched a few humans overdose and die from it.

"Commitment." He says flatly, knowing Gabriel's more or less joking. "In a place where people vanish at random? No, I don't think so."

He raises en eyebrow at the standing offer, unable to tell whether Gabriel means it or not, and equally uncertain whether he'd want to take him up on it. "I'll keep it in mind," he says after a moment, and smiles. "I'm sure you know how to show someone a good time."

They'd better start with making mead, though.