[He doesn't mind the proximity at all, happy to offer warmth if it's what she needs as she'd saved him the hassle of drenching his pelt. The question has him turning to give her a smile, head cocking a little in question.]

Like a heady wine, yes? Too much at a solstice or gathering and you wind up a little out of sorts. It's all well and good, of course, but still... The head you get the next day can be quite dreadful. I would imagine something meant to intoxicate the senses would have much the same effect.