Zacharias had nearly just sat himself down when he suddenly heard the knock. He swung his legs down from where he had propped them up on the coffee table, and was rising to his feet when he heard the voice calling through. Laughing, Zacharias took a quick step towards the door, and then another, until he was there, and pulling it open, to reveal Ernie on the other side.
"Thought I might leave you out here to make friends with the old cat lady who lives downstairs. She's a nosy sort." Always randomly wandering down the hall outside his door even though no one else lived up here but him. He stepped back so that Ernie could pass through the door, shutting the door behind him.
"So, how's work," he said, giving Ernie a clap on the back before leading him further into the flat. "You know, in the general 'good' or 'bad' way." Since he knew Ernie couldn't talk specifics about his job. Zacharias returned to the living room and flopped himself down on the sofa, before reaching forward for the bottle of Firewhiskey.
A small curl of smoke lifted from the mouth of the bottle when he removed the cork, and he poured some of the liquid into each of the two tumblers, handing one over to Ernie. "Cheers," he said, lifting his glass.