Hush you, he's just savoring it a little, it's not like the usual cheap convenience store canned beer they usually grab. He's allowed to be a little hesitant.

"It is good, I just didn't take you for a whisky guy." he finally takes a long pull, even if it burns his throat and leaves a lingering flavor of charred oak on his tongue.

It's nice and warm in the pit of his stomach and he lets his head tip back and eyes close, admiring the complexities of it.