Coran was listening intensely to his teammates' stories and was about to offer a few words on comradery and overcoming challenges together, but then Fionn stole his mead. For a brief instant Coran was angry; you do not take man's drink like that, you ask him to buy you one, but you just don't swipe it while he's enjoying said drink. His brown aura flared for that instant, and his companions may have felt a slight increase in their strength but he Coran kept a cool head. "Knock yourself out." He said dryly as he ordered another flagon for himself.
The poetry did not surprise Coran, the title of Warrior Poet wasn't for nothing, Roy had a way with words that Coran envied to a point. "Well said." He raised his flagon and chugged it for a bit before slamming it down and attacking the pork chops in front of him. The drunken outburst however did surprise him, though with all his years of drinking Coran had no trouble understanding what the boy had said. "I didn't expect him to take it literally..." He said raising an eyebrow in confusion. "So much for the competition." Coran wasn't sure if what he's been drinking was stronger than he thought it was, but his tolerance to alcohol has rendered him immune to its effects or that Fionn was greatly overestimating his own tolerance.
Though the sight of the boy's face planting right into his plate was too much for Coran. He burst out laughing, it might seem silly and stupid but to Coran it was down right hilarious. "He looks..." He was trying to talk through the fits of laughter. "He looks...just like a kid at his first Great Feast." he said to Roy before continuing his laughter. Sober Coran might have checked to make sure he was alright, but drunk Coran was laughing his ass off. Drunk Coran was kind of an ass that way.