"Well, all right then. Let's hope you don't discover something terrible," he half-joked. He probably shouldn't- that would be just his luck.
He probably should have expected the alcohol question, but he caught he way she bit her lip, as if she almost didn't want to be asking it. It was strange, how many people on the island seemed to know him, and it probably said a lot that just about everyone thought he was a womaniser and an alcoholic. Not that they were wrong, it was just odd having it out there for everyone to know.
"Surprisingly not," he responded, with a bit of a smile, managing to make it sound somewhat light-hearted. Q had been trying to encourage him to take it easy on the alcohol- it was a depressant, it wasn't good for his PTSD, sometimes he scared him when he was drunk- it wasn't a pretty picture. So he was trying, although he would never admit that it was for Q.