He watches the whole production and the care he seems to take in pouring. Whoever he is, and whatever secrets he's keeping, there are certain skills that can make him overlook a hell of a lot. Being aware of that should remind him to be careful, but he can't bring himself to bother when he finishes.

At his prompting, he takes a sip, paying no mind to how hot it is. And wouldn't you know it... it's not half bad. More mellow than he expected and slightly sweet. A bit of a nutty undertone, but definitely not horrible considering they're trapped a frozen shit hole overrun with the undead. Now he regrets not making more of an effort to scour the market. It's not like he (personally) is hurting for coin.

"Hm." The sound of approval. He takes a larger drink and bobs his head. Considers. "I think we found you another job."