Normally Luc kept at least ten different kinds of alcohol on hand, but all he'd bother picking up before the move was some Johnnie Walker Blue and the Usquaebach he was drinking - and right then he was kicking himself for not having done so. Of course, he hadn't been expecting guests so soon.
"Sorry I haven't anything to offer you right now," he said, and respectfully tipped his glass to her in salute before downing it in one. He left the glass on the bar to be cleaned up later (or perhaps to refill in a moment), because now he had a warm tingle starting in the pit of his gut, spreading to loosen his limbs - and his tongue. This probably wasn't a good though, though it could prove potentially humorous for Lia, depending on how this went.
He had the strangest feeling of familiarity with her - though he couldn't put his finger on why. After all, he'd only just met her. It was this warm, tingly sensation that was almost.. comforting - but that was too strange a concept for his tastes, and one he quickly dismissed as being related to his drinking. He guessed this was what it was like when people said they knew someone from another life - and it wasn't far from the same feeling he'd had with Nate when they'd first met all those years ago; it was also that familiarity that made it so easy for them to fall quickly into such a natural relationship, even after years of separation. Though that was like apples to oranges, because they weren't the same - but they were indeed both fruit.
"Yes, well - I don't have a therapist for any sort of medication or anything like that," he assured her, because it wasn't that kind of crazy he suffered from. It was more just a lack of ability to cope and an even bigger lack of people in his life to help him cope. "I mostly just pay her three hundred dollars an hour for me to talk at her and then have her give opinions on how I'm not.. 'dealing with things well.'" He snorted a little at the notion, and he could practically hear his therapist saying it as he repeated the words she herself had used so many times. "It isn't even like I need someone who has a degree to tell me what's wrong with me - it isn't like that. We just.. I talk. I pay her to listen, but she thinks it's her place to tell me what my problems are. When I already know."
Thinking about it made him need another drink. Well, not need, with how the whiskey had him already pretty well buzzed, but definitely want - at least to hold onto so he didn't feel so anxious about having unoccupied hands.