At first he scowled at her while she was speaking, but thinking better of it, he let it all go and decided to just let her bother him instead of screaming in her face to leave him alone. It seemed like the better of the two ideas anyway. "Well, I guess it's a good thing we're not in the real world then, hmmm?" he said rather sarcastically, taking another drink and leaning his chair back a bit so it was balancing on the back two legs. He took another long drag, blowing smoke rings at the ceiling before returning his seat to it's normal position.
"Well then, I'd hate to inconvenience you, so I'll try to be on my best behavior or whatever," he said dismissively with a wave of his hand, before pushing back his hair from his face. Fuck it was annoying him, and for a split second he honestly considered chopping into it right then and there. But that was probably the alcohol and emotional distress talking more than anything else, so he tried his best to push down the impulse.
"You say too much, I say not enough," he stated, waving at the barkeep to bring him another drink along with his new companion, or whatever the hell she was trying to be. "What do you want to drink?" he asked, not wanting to guess. If it was up to him, everyone in the world would drink nothing but scotch. But since it wasn't up to him, he figured it would be nice to let her decide for herself. Plus, he didn't know her anywhere near well enough to know what she liked drinking.