Erskine hesitated. Did he want a drink? Yes. Should he have a drink? With how angry he'd felt just a few minutes ago, probably not. "I'll take one," he answered, hand raised slightly as he collapsed into one of the room's chairs. "Something light. No, wait." He sighed. "What's the strongest thing you have? You might want - "

He cut himself off just in time. Erskine's thoughts were barreling all over the place, leaping to his mouth without prior permission or consideration, erasing even the most basic things about his own friends. His smile, when it came, might have been sheepish if it wasn't so empty, and it was delivered primarily to give himself some time to calm down. "Sorry. Never mind. I'd love a drink, even if all you have is milk."