"No offense taken. I've got nothin' against holes." Grinning, and he nods at the drink. "How do you like it? You know, I would have figured you for a bourbon man. Makes sense. ...I think you'd also like a mild scotch on the rocks, but I'm iffier on that one."

He puts a hand on his own chest humbly, blue eyes dancing. The night's put him in an easy mood, and he wants poor Bones to loosen up. The guy looks like he needs it. "It's a talent of mine, you see - guessin' people's favorite drinks."