Anakin furrowed his brow for a moment, looking at the oddly-accented young man, and accepted the offered bottle. After a brief whiff, he paused, considering. It wasn't very Jedi-like to consume spirits. Then again, it wasn't very Jedi-like to cut off your granddaughter's hand and steal her lightsaber. All things considered, maybe he deserved a slight break. "Thank you," he said. "Are you all right?" He gave the young man a looking over, and then took a swig of the bottle's clear liquid.
The liquid burned. He hadn't expected that. Swallowing down the mouthful, Anakin coughed, eyes watering. He shook himself off, and blinked, handing back the bottle. "By the Force, what is that?"