[He smirks and leans forward as Raylan reaches for the bottle. Don't play gay chicken with him, cowboy, you'll lose. He giggles again at that comment, though, can't help it.] Clearly. It's unfair.

[He takes the bottle back and sips at it himself.] Sometimes I like it sharp. But also I'm an alcoholic, man.... I don't give a shit what I drink, as long as it gets me drunk.

[A little sad-harsh truth, there, actually. He knows himself, can call himself on his own shit, but things aren't like they were over three years ago. He can stop, and step away now in ways he never would have dreamed of being able to do.]