"Aye," Moody said as his order arrived: an unopened bottle of whiskey and two glasses. He kept his magic Eye on the waiter the whole time until he left, while the other was focused on Gideon. "Dumbledore brought it to me while I was recovering at St. Mungo's." Moody then took out his wand and checked the seal of the bottle to make sure it hadn't been tampered.
As he continued to speak, he opened the bottle and gave it a thorough inspection, poured two measures. "Got this wound the same fucking time I lost my leg. Had the living shit cursed out of me by Death Eaters. You wanna know who?"