"You're welcome." He raised his eyebrows, recognizing her facial expression for what it was. He grinned, affecting the personality of a man who was pleasantly clueless to the atmosphere of advantage, and tapped the side of her glass (their fingers brushed). "Takes some getting used to, I know. Acquired taste. Maybe I should have brought soda instead? I have some Sprite in the fridge."
Not giving her a face to answer to, he turned away, swirling the liquid around a little before finishing it off just as quickly as Rebecca had taken her first sip. He called over his shoulder, "You want to try anything else on?"