Lahabrea does pause when bidden, though there's a brief thump of tailtip against the floor to suggest he's not particularly pleased about it. No actual protest, which might be recognition that his ongoing annoyance has nothing to do with Elidibus at all. Restraint.. continues. Must continue.

Anywhere else this certainly would be scandalous now, with both of them now shirtless, maskless, and otherwise comfortably somewhat entangled, and he's acutely aware of it. But nobody else is here. And Elidibus couldn't well mock him for it when he himself was participating in it. Was there a word for a shame one indulged in anyway? If there is, it eludes him for now, though he sets his mind to puzzling after it anyway. A guilty pleasure, perhaps. There was a part of him, one he wasn't entirely sure was the dragon, that was perfectly content to enjoy any kind of physical contact at all.

"Stars, no." Alcohol! "..When have you ever tried to use alcohol to sedate yourself?" He turns a scrutinizing gaze downwards, frowning faintly. Would he have recognized it if Elidibus went and got himself drunk? Probably not. Would he have done anything about it had he known?

....Probably not.