[He's got his glass halfway to his lips for another sip when Tseng starts to talk about the aphrodisiacs in the consumables around the resort, and he pauses for just a second or two, eyeing the amber liquid in his glass before giving it a flick of his wrist, an easy swirl, and taking another deliberate drink.]

Unavoidable, but occasionally possible to mitigate. I assume you vet what you keep around here.

[A little too late, he muses on how close that statement comes to I assume you're not going to feed me an aphrodisiac, and unfortunately now he's thinking about it.]

That explains a fair amount of what I've already seen. The food at the beach — during the registration festivities — was drugged. [He pauses, contemplative.] Not always with an aphrodisiac.