It was nice to be appreciated, even when he was slightly dressed down--not that it would look that way to most people, somehow he managed to elevate jeans, a tee shirt, and a jacket with the right touches and tailoring--though he wasn't so vain to be taken in by every single person to give him an appreciative glance. He knew he looked good.
He finally decided to just get both bottles, delicately setting them into the basket before heading down the aisle she'd disappeared down to take a look at the whiskeys. He had half a mind to pick up several bottles of Irish whiskey just to piss of his cook the next time he came by, but damn if he didn't love Scotch. He picked up a bottle of Lagavulin 16, and turned it over in his hands. "It's always nice when some things manage to stand the test of time," he said, mostly to himself, though completely aware of his audience.