Her legs in his lap was much less distracting then her head there. He hesitated and looked down for a second before simply deciding it wasn't worth fussing about.
"Rum," he replied. "Vanilla flavored. Not my preference. I was just grabbing bottles." He offered it to her. "Want to trade?"
Cathair knew was Rohypnol was, he'd just never heard it referred to as 'roofie'. "Ah," he nodded. "No, I wager if that was my intentions, I'd get further just stating that than trying to force you."