[ A little surprised at the offer, he gives her a raised brow, as if asking you really want to share? After all, she had stolen it right and proper. But if she's going to hold it out like that, he isn't going to automatically refuse. Arthur takes the bottle and a generous sip. Not a swig really, but it's a close thing.

The burn all the way down his throat is somehow reassuring. ]

Typically, I don't have to resort to fists for that. The business end of a gun does the same trick in my experience. Usually, it doesn't get to that point at all, if I'm lucky.

[ Or if his research went right. ]