Do I? [ His grin is a little lopsided, just a little haunted, but soft, even after everything. Tipping his head to the side, Gustave shrugged a shoulder and chuckled. ] I'll let you in on a secret, [ and he's stage whispering, biting back a laugh, ] Shots aren't for me either. I'm really a glass or two of wine and then a day or two of regret kind of guy.

[ Taking the glass with a smile, he picks one up in return and offers it to her, clinking them together as he gives his name. ] Gustave.