Woah— [ he holds both his hands up, still smiling, as if he's not even remotely scared despite the hostility she's showing. ] Geez, I feel like I pushed a button or something.

If you don't want it, then more for me. No need to get all angry.

[ so he downs the rest of it before putting the flask back in his coat pocket. ]

You don't need to worry about me getting drunk and acting weird. Just sayin'.

[ considering he's... always drunk, anyway. ]