"Iori-kun." She gave him a long, almost pitying look. "I live in the Land of Rice Paddies. Of which a major export is refined sake. I may not partake on a regular basis, but it takes more than a single bottle to addle me to the point where I am unable to care for myself."

Granted, she might stumble and slur and possibly kill a few men who would try to take advantage of her in her diminished state, yes, but nothing with lasting consequences. She was a mature and capable woman, after all.