"I don't have g-glasses." Jonathan admitted as he slid the bottle over to Edward and then leaned back in his chair, looking around the room and wondering if he could have cleaned it up a bit or maybe installed overhead lighting. Perhaps removed the mould. He just didn't know. He looked at Edward and studied his reactions, not missing how his eyes kept darting to the side of his chair.

"My f-father was a sc-sc-scientist." Jonathan clarified for him because he found Edward interest quite entertaining. "Psychology." He gestured in the direct of Edward. "It's sh-shit whiskey but it ain't expensive."