He moves his arm a little when she touches him, still getting used to the fact that he can't perceive them coming anymore. Any other potential sign of discomfort that she might have read into him is offset by his smile.

"Yeah. Actually. Scotch sounds good." And he can actually have a drink for once without his senses going haywire.

"I am a bit of a lightweight though." Maybe just one finger or two, or she'll have to carry him home in those boots instead.