[Wow!! He almost swats at his hand, but he still has the bottle and that would mean letting go of the other. He resigns to huffing and taking another drink instead, fingers curling into a tighter hold.]

Let an old man be bitter in peace. You were always fretting over everything I did, even if it was harmless... all while looking very stupid. [He pauses, considering... wait a minute...] You aren't wearing such clothes again, are you?