On the other hand, the pirate hadn't had a drink in four hours, which meant he was as sober he ever got. It made him cranky and irritable, left him eyeing the stranger's drink at the same time he eyed the stranger. Bit of a chameleon, that Killian. Eyes on the horizon and the deck, fully away of his surroundings on all sides.
"If we're married, you should be buying me a drink in celebration," he quipped smoothly, leaning back in his seat. Hand and hook rose from his lap, coming to rest on the tabletop.