[Hey, don't give him that look. Atlas can only shrug as he sits back in his chair rather than defend himself. Someone out there worked very hard to make him look like a drunk Irish stereotype, so that's... well that's a few things on a few levels, never mind it.]

You're not scared of the dark after all this time, are you? [Just come right out and say it, thanks Atlas...] Sure, I can do that. We've got all the time in the world now, you and I.

[Mostly himself, but it doesn't hurt to be inclusive. Maybe he'll have a nice rest himself, why not... He holds his hand out for the bottle; give him that before you fall asleep and spill it everywhere, you child.] Give that here.