He certainly wasn't going to object to a stiff drink, even if he had been warned off it by the medical staff here. Closer inspection of him by Martha would show he looked rather paler than any book might have described, and dark circles under his eyes betrayed how little he'd been sleeping. The hint of bandages could be seen on his neck if his collar and hair both shifted in just the right way. Even so...

One drink wouldn't hurt. And admittedly, he was curious about her reaction. Nevermind that this was a very good excuse to extricate himself from the "party".

"Very well," he agreed at last, and though he didn't offer his hand to her again, he did extend it to suggest she ought to lead on, and he would follow.