you want me to walk her like she's your dog?

Honestly, he's not surprised that she changes the subject. Doesn't blame her, really. The subject they'd been on had been a bit deep, especially since they'd just met. But he had said what he said and at least it was the truth. If she wanted time to dwell on it, he'd let it. Or hell, never bring it back up again either. Not like they had to have deep and meaningful conversations all the time.

Yanking himself from his thoughts, he blinks at Vesper for a second at her offer. Should he tell her that it's rubbing alcohol and not drinking alcohol? Was there really a difference? It had been in the storage cupboard where Oleander kept all the other healing medicinal items... As much as he wanted to let her do it, he also didn't want to poison her either. "I don' think that stuff is safe," Wilder mentions, grabbing the bottle from her clutches to show her the label with a red 'X' on it. "If ya really wanna have a drink, I can go snatch somethin' from the kitchen," he lifts a brow, wondering if that was really something she wanted to do or if she just wanted to change the top of their conversation.

WILDER