He gave him a short smile before he used his claw-tipped fingers to uncap both bottles with practiced ease and poured part of the cool golden liquid of one bottle into the glass that he hard brought. Then he pushed the glass and the bottle both to the human before he helped himself to a gulp of his own, drinking right from the bottle.

The beer felt cool and refreshing as it went down his throat, even though it was almost too tame for alcohol for the Sinner's taste. Getting drunk for real was no option, though. He only did that when he wanted to make sure that he'd sleep without nightmares.

"It's alright. Most of my siblings have died, so I'm kind of," he grimaced, "used to deal with it. Since she was just returned home as the locals here call it, I have hope that she's still alive elsewhere. But thanks." He smiled lightly, noting the looks he was receiving when Isaac though he wasn't paying attention. Leaning back, he crossed his leg over the other and gave the man an amused look.

"There's no need for holding back if you want to ask me anything."