Jon nodded absently, they'd probably need to do the searching after dinner- "What? Oh, um, no? No. No, I'm good. Thanks."
Jon dropped his gaze, catching sight of the bottle beside his bed. Frowning, he looked away from it, back over to William, "I'll ask Mac in the morning, if that's okay?" And before he could talk himself out of it, "Hey, you want something to drink? I could make some tea," he grimaced, "or something stronger if you want?"