"Have a bit, it'll do you good." He encouraged, pouring himself a fair measure too, settling after that back onto the edge of the desk. "It's good stuff, that. Didn't fall off the back of a cart, either." He says, taking a swallow.
"Do you think he is? At the bottom of the river?" He asked, taking another drink and considering his glass carefully, before setting it down on the desk, slightly to the left and behind him, looking at her carefully.