[Jacob catches it-- because of course he does, assassin-- and sighs, shaking it like he wishes there was more in it.
Don't judge him for turning it over to catch like, one tiny drop. Shut up.] Tell you what, Wynert. If your whiskey is better than anything I've had here, I'll owe you a favor.
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Don't judge him for turning it over to catch like, one tiny drop. Shut up.] Tell you what, Wynert. If your whiskey is better than anything I've had here, I'll owe you a favor.