"Flint, darling, hello," she said, giving him a merry grin. "Oh, hmm, is there something in your pocket, darling?"

Well. There wasn't yet. But if he let Liliana slip a silver flask into his coat, there would be.

Look. Sometimes you needed a drink. For, err. No reason. And sometimes, you shared said drink because you are a kind and generous soul.

Or something.