He lowers the bottle at looks at Random. 'Drinking's usually good for quietening the mind.' But he puts it down for a while, because he might have a point. He drops his face into his hands for a moment, then takes a deep breath and raises his head again. When he speaks, his tone is as close to friendly as it'll probably ever be, since Random found out who he was anyway. They'd been getting on fine before that.

'I'd still like to hear it.'