Grant is quiet, watching his companion seriously. Alex asks, lifting his glass in a mock toast. This here's just a folk remedy for what we call 'what ails ya'. He takes a small dose. Your accent gets thicker when you're drinking, too.
Grant grins a bit.
Grant leans back a little, studying him. Except I'm going to fall asleep. Grant considers a moment, then puts down his glass, stands, and shifts to the other seat, sliding an arm around his shoulders. Can if you want. I'm not gonna break.