He exhales a little sigh. A drink preference..? His preference would actually be to not be here at all but he's here now... so maybe just...

"Something not too strong," he suggests, making a small gesture with one hand. "I'd prefer to keep my wits intact."

Granted, in a place like this one, a drink need not be alcoholic to have alternative effects, but that thought doesn't occur to Edmond for the moment. He already feels strange enough telling Eren to go and get it for him.

"I'll leave the choice to you."