He looks at Red like he's daring him to say otherwise.

"What, were you going to eat? It's not a big deal."

His eyes are still glowing a little. His hands are still pulsing with a dark cloud of energy. Dylas looks a little possessed, but instead he stretches his arms over his head and yawns before pulling his cloak tighter around him and looking at the other two.

"I'm going to sleep as soon as we get the call to go back inside. There's no time for stew. Aren't you coldblooded, too, fish man?"

He sort of wants to steal Conway's alcohol and take it for himself, but he's caused enough trouble and his hands are cold. He holds out his hand instead and, shocking even himself, asks politely.

"Can I see that? Please?"

Of course, see that means "I would like a drink of that flask," and considering where his mouth has been...