Yo, didn't he just tell you to stop eavesdropping? If I'm crusty about anything it's-- actually you know what? I'm being a perfect gentleman.

[ Which he says right as the bottle magically appears at his side, taking a moment to notice after Beat's verbal prompting. The fuck... He plucks it up, expectedly, pinching the neck with a quick perusal of the label. Well, at least he recognizes the brand name. ]

... your ability's making beer? You wanna' conjure about ten more? [ This gratitude here as he cracks off the cap. ] Hell, I'll take it.