[And for a brief moment it's clear that he doesn't know what to do with that; his expression doesn't slip entirely but he blinks a bit at it, and the reaction is slightly more pronounced on the left side of his face than it is his right, and there's something weird and blank behind his eyes before he seems to get his bearings.]

You really are being helpful today; it's been a while since I've been offered a casual invitation like that.

[And that actually is entirely true; even before the last six months had rendered him...socially unavailable, he'd never really been the sort invited on casual outings - there were professional obligations and all, of course, but he really only did casual things with...well, someone whose friendship didn't work out, to put it very gently.

(That bastard, he hopes he dies.)]

I don't usually drink, but that doesn't mean I won't make an exception for you. I don't see why not.