Tristan's vision was becoming a bit blurry, and his speech became even more slurred as he was drinking, but his intellect went slowly. "Good luck with that, cousin," he commented, a little more loudly and boisterously than usual, "Hopefully she's not a hell raiser like my kid. I still regret not going back to Carlisle's to get her, you know, after I found out that Lorelei was dead..." He shook his head, trying to get rid of the bad memories, as he was normally a happy drunk. "Hell raiser," he repeated, his speech all over the place.