"Well, that's my worst rating unless you kill someone I like. That one gets used a lot, unfortunately." He rolls his eyes despite the heavy subject, looking forward at the bar and shrugging a shoulder like he can make her gratitude roll off. It feels selfish to ask someone else into the fray when he's mostly stepped out of the arena himself. "That's more of a vacation vibe. Bourbon seems... right for whatever this is."

Tony holds out his hand for the glass despite famously hating being handed things and stares out to the ocean once he receives it, twirling on the chair and sighing as he holds the drink against his chest.

"Though as far as getaway spots go, I'll admit I forgot how peaceful this one is." He reaches out to clink his glass against hers before taking his first measured sip.