The sudden handshake was certainly a little surprising, as was just about everything else the woman said as well. Earnestly, Charles hadn't even been aware that Zion even possessed a lion at all. Granted he tended to not notice much of anything over the last few years. Sure a few had mentioned that all manner of supernatural people lived with the traveling carnival, but really the gunslinger always thought such statements were...well not a jest exactly, but merely part of the show. After all the man had no inkling that even he wasn't exactly human, so trying to reconcile the fact that vampires and magic were real just wasn't in the cards for the usually less than sober man.
"Well ain't that a peach. I wasn't aware that we had a lion about, much less a new lion tamer. Still if such things draw a bigger crowd, then I'm all for the added coin that comes with it." The remark about Jean not being a gunslingers whore was met with a soft chuckle, and the faintest hint of a real smile. "Don't recall saying a thing about you being such, darling. Forgive me if I offended you in some way. I just get a fair share of folks looking to meet the man who never misses." Oh he wasn't beyond a roll in the hay with a pretty thing like her. After all Renmont was a man of many vices, and beyond the veneer of his tailored clothes and gentleman like nature, he could gamble, drink, and fornicate with the best of the worst.
When she inquired after his flask though a devilish smirk touched the corner of his lips, and without hesitation the gunslinger offered over the container. "It's a potent little mix that I fancy. Helps ward off the cold, and keeps the headaches away. Plus the whiskey is just good for making any occasion a bit more interesting." It wasn't everyday that he offered another a taste from his flask. Mostly because the laudanum and whiskey were a bit pricey since Charles favored the good stuff. Be it clothes, weed, tobacco, or his concoction.