He nodded at the comment about it thinning the blood, his attention on the paper in front of him instead of making eye-contact. He wasn't there to talk about his alcohol dependency, and just because he wanted Q to be happy didn't mean that he was really ready to admit that he had a problem. Perhaps this had been a bad idea.
He pushed the negative thoughts aside for the time being, and after a short pause he handed her back the completed form. "There we go," he told her, glad for the chance to change the topic.