He raised a brow to Charles and shook his head, "I goings sober with Lulu for her pregnancies. Is a way to shows on dats I can handles her withouts de drugs and whateverdefucks. Whatever." He looked at the decanter, "Buuut... since you is mentions on dat, what kinds of scotch you is gots in dere?" He had bought a bottle of the finest scotch he could find to pour out in front of Pickles and Miniver to make them cry about a week ago, and never got around to doing it. "It looks like you could use ons a refills of it."
The fact that the decanter was near empty should have worried him, but it didn't. He just figured that it took a lot of booze to put up with Murderface.