He hadn't intended that to be a slap in the face. It was yet one more thing to add on his long list of mistakes since becoming a face, he thought, looking up at Chives. For a moment he started to say something, before thinking he'd probably regret it and shut his mouth again.

"You can set it on the side table," he said after a moment, sighing a little before pouring himself more scotch. It was an apology of sorts, he supposed. Even if a poor one.