"Okay, thanks. You're not half bad," Peter suddenly grins, the same one he used to disarm Venom the first time he made a mistake of laying eyes on him. "Shake on it?"

He holds out his hand as he takes the bottle with his other, eyes flicking down for a moment to check the seal and make sure it wasn't broken. Last thing he wants is to risk some expensive booze that could've been opened and watered down. He learned that lesson years ago when he was younger, more inexperienced.