Shadows of Self (Mistborn, #5)

by Brandon Sanderson

She cocked her head at him. “You’re wasted as a human.” “Nah,” Wayne said. “I’ve barely had a few mouthfuls today.” He reached in his pocket and checked his flask. “Well, maybe a wee more than that.” “No, I meant—” He grinned at her and she cut off, then grinned back.