[Huh, that's certainly interesting. Cayde's always found himself to be a fairly physical guy, despite his insistence on working alone, and so there's a hint of curiosity when he feels Hank lean just the slightest bit closer. But the moment is gone as soon as it begins, and it leaves him working to process what's going on.

First thing's first though.]

Do you really think I could do my job if I couldn't drink?

[It's a rhetorical question, and there's soft amusement in his voice as he reaches out and lays his hand on Hank's shoulder again, very carefully judging the reaction despite his casual demeanour.]

I'm not gonna be offended if you say no, y'know. We also got that fancy door to find.