"My inclination to stay grows stronger with each thing I learn about you," he lifts the mug in a hint of a 'toast' - whether the gesture translates across times and universes, who knows - before he drinks.

Now that he is not delirious from heat exhaustion and wavering towards darkness and dehydration, he actually has time to taste the beer as it crosses his tongue. The flavor profile is entirely different than what he is used to, but it is still good. He nods.

"You may end up stuck with me, at this rate."