The drink's starting to hit the fair faced 'Breton' and hard. It's not long before the sulk drifts off his face as his reasons for being annoyed slip like water through his fingers. Lartia is here and she's going to come back with them in the morning. This game isn't hurting anything. Jim thinks he might actually be keeping her entertained. He's so good at the whole charm thing. Still got it.

He snorts. "It's kept Felix occupied so far. But he's got his own research to pursue too. Don' want him to get bored." There's a flicker of hesitation when his hand closes around the jug. He shouldn't have any more. Much more at least. One more is fine, probably. Let him just pour (carefully) for them.

Take a breath. He's going to end up spilling some of his drink in his haste to throw it back but it still won't be enough. Lartia has to wait until he's done coughing up a lung to gloat.