His smile twists a little as he takes the bottle from her. He salutes her with it.

"And a fine pet I shall make," he says. "Continue rewarding me with treats, and I'll continue doing tricks." He sighs a moment later, and shakes his head, dismissing the bitterness of that. Not that he takes back the sentiment - hah, absolutely not - but he feels bad about harshing her buzz, as it were. "It doesn't matter. Don't worry about me, Sonia."