[There are no real limitations to be detected in the rules he presents her with. Although she certainly enjoys drinking, there is only short-term enjoyment in getting utterly drunk. And who could enjoy a good ballet or opera in such a state as is? No -- She shan't get inebriated beyond her wits. As for the rest. Now that she knows the way to the casino, she shall ensure to be here on time as well and drugs? Besides medicine, her condition has always been to hinder for such... adventures.]

You have nothing to fear in these regards. I shall behave like a saint and you shall know only of my presence through your accounts.

[Having finished her cigarette, Marguerite reaches for her wine once more, taking a few sips with effortless grace, but keeping her attention on Meyer over the rim of the glass.]