Well, duh. Of course he would. It was great. All those antics were amazing and he regrets none of it. Poor Ebony, though. Struggling with the tray so. Not that he'll ever say it aloud. Just smirk at the moogle goodnaturedly.

"Hmm..." He takes the bottle, eyeing the drink a little before he pours in a decent amount to start off with. Then he hands the bottle back. "Your turn."