He's about halfway through the glass when he sees the amused glint in Ignis eyes and Noctis returns it with a look. Because he does not like beer very much. But, at least it isn't moonshine. He won't complain about that at least.

"Ugh, no matter the star, still tastes like piss." Or not, because his tongue's definitely been loosened by now. He shoves the now-empty glass back to Ignis. And the bottle. The bottle slightly more gently because there is still some left in there.