"That's right." He also did what he did because he's mad as monkeymash, but we'll let that little detail slip through the cracks~.
"I think I like it better this way...seeing eye to eye." He hums, moving to the right side of the room, which opened up into a large, tiled bathroom. Piles of absinthe bottles lie discarded on the ground. Cohen stoops and plucks one up, uncorking it and moving back to Falcon. He fails to mention the other two sculptures tucked further in, out of Falcon's sight due to the angle he stood at.
"Bottoms up," he declares before taking a long, deep swig.