A genuine smile blossomed on Seth's face, which hadn't happened in awhile that it felt odd and out of place. The bartender returned with Seth's new bottle, uncorking it with a small pop and left it there, white smoking drifting out from the rim and the neck frosty. "Wow, I'd never thought I'd see you here," he was still smiling as he refilled his glass, "What, taking a break from potions? Are you still even a professor? Do you want some?" He gestured at the whisky bottle.