After all that bitching about missing your liquor, you're going to leave this whole bottle here with me? [ Rafe is by now intimately aware how much and how well Harry holds his alcohol. That glass, and that flask? Nowhere near enough — and doubly so when he's been pinned down for the last few days and antsy for action. ] More for me, then.

[ Holding the neck, he swigs back straight from the bottle before putting it back on the table right next to him. ]

Yeah, guess it is past your bedtime. Don't wanna miss the early bird special in the morning.