It was far easier for Raven to rummage through the stolen contents of the cooler than Veles, though it didn't stop him from making an unorganized mess of the contents as well. He finally plucked out a rather nice expensive bottle of some sort of whiskey and nodded, obviously having made a choice. He didn't fumble nearly as much with his own selection but would be taking a long, ill-advised gulp of the stuff before he made a face at it. Too strong. Too dark. But damn, it burned a lot. Raven was not a huge drinker himself - and this body didn't care for the taste of it - but this was a wonderful time to indulge. Pirates drank, after all.
"Jer has his strong points," Raven agreed amicably. "Let's not scratch his pretty boat in appreciation, aye?" He winked, though the effect was greatly diminished by the eyepatch he was wearing at the time.
"Blondes or brunettes? Question for the ages." Oh, the philosophy of a drunken bird pirate creator god. Wasn't that a mouthful? While Miles and Veles were practically one in the same, Raven had no such luck with his vessel. He wondered if the boy even existed anymore. Nah, probably not. "I've always been partial to brunettes, personally. Though I do love a good redhead on occasion."
Raven spent most of his days in leisure and though he rarely spoke of serious pursuits, he did enjoy the ladies. None of them had been anything more than casual since his return to mortal flesh and even his fling with Talisien had been just about the same. He'd been married, many years ago. And he'd had a love of mortals as well.