"Shit, I'm not trying to get you drunk." He says, feeling stung that she would think that, or insinuate it. "Maybe it's for me, not for you. And it's good vodka." Okay, it's...middling. Whatever.

He stares at her back.

"Would it be better if I went and did something else?" He asks. "Scorpion's brushing stuff and some treats should be with his saddle, if you think he might like that. I'm...gonna go, I guess. Before I make anymore trouble for myself. Just know I wanna sort this out at some point, I guess." He shrugs, turning on his heel with the intent of going to change his shirt and dig out his Gwent deck.