[In possibly the most dog-like expression Bennett has mustered thus far in their conversation, he tilts his head to the side, confused, amused and pondering all at once.]

E-enchanted's not actually what I meant, but, you know, now that you mention it, I'm surprised some of my friends, uh, haven't found a way to enchant booze to have side effects. Huh.

[Granted, the only two witches he knows are only recently legal and firmly underage, so, that might explain a thing or two. He pulls out a pen and writes on his hand "enchanted booze" on the back of his hand.]

I'll-- uh, I'll see if I can't scrounge up a Molson or something for you. It's... r-realistically, probably like nothing you've ever tried.

[He pulls the pen back out and writes "beer for Geralt" underneath the previous note on his hand.]