[ He's already reaching for a bottle from a small space underneath his bed. Two plain glasses. Nothing fancy, but he's not complaining. He'll acquire some down the line...maybe... if it matters to him that much. ]

I wouldn't dare dangle a drink in someone's face without serving it.

[ The unopened whisky is broken out, and he pours a couple fingers in each glass. He never thought he'd miss the strong scent this much. Then the glass is offered to him. ]

How fortunate you ended up with such a generous and handsome roommate.