[ This is starting fun shit? He's extending an olive branch, or something. Even so, he gives a not-so-subtle roll of his eyes at Messmer's distrust. ]

Oh, please. If I were going to poison you, I'd never take such a tactless approach. [ Has he poisoned people before? Don't worry about it. ] Besides, I wouldn't ask you to drink anything I wasn't willing to drink myself.

[ He says, a little sing-songy, before lifting the bottle he holds in his other hand, giving it a shake. ]

Same liquor. I think we'd all like to see you get hammered. Is that so wrong?