[A wry smirk hits his lips, his own eyebrow quirking in return to Josias's, as if to say don't mind of I do.]

It's some sort of mead or wine I think? It's hard to tell what any of this swill is.

[He rubs the back of his neck and chuckles, always a sign that he's having a flash of embarrassment.]

Yeah, I forgot the glasses. But I never claimed to be that classy.

[He watches Josias drink from his position near one of the beds, just itching to touch. Not necessarily in some sexual need, but just a need for contact, to reach out and make up for some of the lost time. For both of them (if Alex could be that conceited to think Josias might need it too). But instead, he just puts his hand out for the bottle after Josias takes a drink.]

Hopefully the stuff's not too gross.