"Quite a bit," Carlisle answers, "should this not be strong enough. I'll admit that this is only a bit less powerful than how I prefer it, but I didn't want to inundate you with magic to the point of intoxication. I should have recalled that you have some, ah. Natural resistances."

He offers her an apologetic smile before sipping at his drink again, fighting the chuckle that rumbles out of him. "I drink this quite often myself. My head has never been well, admittedly, and as my joints follow suit, this helps."