"This is no ordinary ale," Killian promised, with a chuckle that was low, rolling like the tide after a storm. "But even so. You're worth much more than a bottle, I assure you." Glasses, even, how fancy! Even a crude pirate could appreciate such fine accommodations.
Thus, he sat on the couch, long limbs settling there - and quite close to his host, of course. Leaning in and looking quite expectant, purrrr purrrr - he was really kind of like a big cat. A panther. Then the glass was picked up for a swig of the good stuff, to pour it down his gullet. "It is rather crowded," he admitted, sounding amused. "But overall...pleasant."
It was, in a way. After so many years of being alone. "Lots of brouhaha going on there, however - beds are a bit creaky, poor Swan and her beau." Alright, he was mostly teasing - not like he listened anyway!