Locus huffs in response, lowering the bottle. He's starting to feel the tingle in his fingers. Probably a good time to slow down, considering exactly how much he's had to drink lately.

And how little he tends to drink, ever.

"People have taken to saying that lately when they want me to speak with the doctor," he grouses, though his annoyance isn't with her. She hasn't volunteered that particularly suggestion yet, after all.

This? Seems better overall.