Sid, who wasn't used to getting compliments in general (unless "dickhead" had suddenly become a compliment and he'd missed it), so he'd take it, even if Liz's version of a complimented needed to end with "And that's good" in order to be sure it came out sounding like something that resembled something nice.
He knew he smelled good anyway.
With a crooked grin that somewhat mirrored hers, except perhaps a bit wider, he let his arms fall back to his sides. "Is that 'how much whiskey do I currently have' or 'how much whiskey did I have a week and a half ago'?"