His whiskey floated over and Seamus drank the lot of it before he responded. It burned all the way down, but that was how he liked it. The alcohol was Irish and strong and if he drank too much, he'd be just fine with forgetting about Astoria's little problem. Except for the fact that something kept bothering him - something he couldn't put his finger on just then. "Obviously," he quipped, his attempt at being conversational again. Fortunately he was saved from going on right away by the arrival of her drink and salad. "Not quite as fancy as what they serve in London-town, I'm afraid."