"It isn't bad, Herr Ramírez. Not at all. Like I said before, it isn't that I don't appreciate the offer but it does little for me. I didn't want you to waste your money."

Another drink was slid at him, and to the other man. It was of a different sort. Not poisonous, he knew, the bartender knew what to vend to whom, but still...

He sniffed it and downed that as well, as if he weren't worried about mixing at all. "However, I don't feel entirely guilty about drinking at their expense." He sort of almost quirked a half smile. Not devious, but enough to say that he could still appreciate a man making his own bed, despite having a good heart.