There are little universalities to be found in this baffling place for all he knows he doesn't match his surroundings, and this seems to be one of them. Didn't much matter where a man came from where alcohol might be concerned in his experience. Taking a seat, his posture eases as he leans an elbow on the bar, and he takes the glass with a grateful nod.

"Alas, we only defer our problems." He lifts the glass in salute before taking a judicious swallow of liquor. A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he adds, "Oh, but pleasingly so. Got an eye for the good stuff, eh?"