The door opening and Trinket's nails clicking against the floor woke him from his place on the couch where he'd drifted off watching TV. He'd been a bit miffed he hadn't been asked to come along and drink as well but that had mostly faded, especially as he watched a very tipsy Brendan come through the door and then end up in the kitchen. Hearing the other man's statement he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, glancing in that direction thoughtfully.

For the moment, though, he remained quiet.