Towel over his eyes he misses the once over- but doesn't miss the bottle when he peers at Jim. He's got that 'pleased with himself' lightness to his voice that bears investigation. It only ever happens when he's particularly pleased with himself. Usually that comes before a crackling idea or bit of trouble that spells a headache. Considering the bourbon and the grin?

Probably a fun headache. One he doesn't all that mind earning, especially considering the label. "Sometimes you don't. Today? You do."

He makes a gimmie gesture with his hand, not bothering with his shirt for the moment. "We got any glasses or are we giving up the illusion that we're at all that kinda classy?"