Honestly the whiskey was all well and good, even offering up a warm pleasant feeling on the way down. Still it was the tincture of opium that really gave Charles the relief he needed. That sweet mixture of morphine and codeine washing over his body, numbing the inevitable agony while also feeling like the gunslinger was snuggled up in a warm velvet cocoon. It didn't take much to put Renmont on the train to bliss, and after being handed back the flask he took another slow deep gulp of the cocktail before finally tucking it back into his pocket. "Oh it ain't just whiskey, but still you're welcome all the same. I ain't one for being impolite when it comes to sharing with a fetching lass such as yourself."
There was no real fire behind his smile or flirtatious demeanor. If anything the cowboy merely enjoyed the bit of spirited banters since he was never a fan of wiling away his time alone. After all Charles reckoned himself akin to a social butterfly, though he was rarely sober enough to truly recall much of his nights. Even now it wasn't hard to see his piercing gaze shift to a glazed over one as the delicious laudanum compound began to work it's magic. Like slipping into a warm bubble bath. Those eyelids of Renmont's drifted shut for a moment as he licked his lips, and even while he could feel the stirrings of this headache already starting to form...like some damn thunderstorm shifting across the horizon, he could also feel the drugs washing over his mind too.
It was only when she posed the question, about things to do in Zion, that the man lazily opened his eyes anew. Once more smiling softly, even as he swayed ever so slightly on his feet. "Well I for one am always keen to dabble in a bit of cards. Still if drinking and cards ain't enough for you, darling, we do tend to mosey into town from time to time. Mostly to indulge in the local nightlife and whatnot. Still, far as sleeping in the cold...well my wagon's mighty warm and cozy like too. So consider yourself having an open invitation." There was no real lewdness or even much in the way of effort made to tempt Jean into spending the night with him. Earnestly it was more of a simple offer, since Charles wasn't a fan of sleeping alone.