He saw Adam's look, mildly alarmed lapsing into relief, and could only wonder at what it meant. "Still. Even if the meaning isn't obvious, it isn't meaningless, particularly if she has the sort of tendencies you suggest."
He watched the bizarre maneuver with the cork with a sort of fascination, idly wondering if it was some sort of tipsy metaphor for his relationship with Daryl (prone to overflow at any moment, held in place by tenuous surface tension with obstacles constantly floating in his way) or if it was just something to do with the whiskey. He was leaning towards the latter.
"She likes riddles?" he asked. "I'll admit, the two of you seem to have a complex relationship. I don't know many women who would react well to a riddle in response to what might be a profession of feelings, even if they do like games." It wasn't really an admonition, but he had to say something - appreciator of games or not, it wouldn't do Adam much good to drunkenly send Daryl a riddle and find himself rebuffed for a bizarre and inappropriate reaction to her message.