He eyed the flask shortly before accepting it and taking a good sip of his own. The liquid burnt his throat and stung. This body could not hold much.
"I died... so..." He pursed his lips in mock contemplation before he continued in a dry tone. "...underwhelming". For once, he was talking about himself rather than Brenna. Not that she had had it so much better. He took another sip before he handed the flask back.