[Alucard takes his sweet time in looking from bottle top to bottle top and figuring out the right height to pour from. The angle of it. And okay, there is absolutely a little sploshing, but it isn't as bad as it could be and he manages to half the bottle appropriately. The room is swaying gently when he passes Gideon the bottle back. They probably won't get much further than this, and Alucard fully expects that they won't be leaving the building for a few hours.

Get pillows for next time this happens is the mental note he makes for himself.]

The heavy shit is only metaphor this time.

[Here's to indeed. Alucard leans over, the clink! echoing off the walls of the hall.]

Here's to giving a shit. And your future romantic endeavors.

[He's not going to chug the bottle, but he's pretty sure that it is worth hoping for success in Gideon's personal life. One of them should be the lesser disaster.]

I promise not to abuse your kind offer though. And we will figure out the cooking thing. You can't keep your muscles going on bar food.