[ By deflates when Prior refuses him. Stares down into his glass, doesn't look up until he hears a footfall - and finds Prior back again, brandy in hand. He...is a bit overwhelmed when he takes it, truthfully, by gratitude and by shame and by nerves. But he takes it, and takes a healthy mouthful of it, and when he swallows he feels fortified. Enough that he can say, with something of his former flippancy: ]

Apologies for that shameful display. Simply was caught quite off-guard.

[ And then he looks up uncertainly, and says - ]

She's my...sister, by the way. Nadine. Just if you were curious. [ A beat, then a shrug. ] Not that you have any reason to be. Like you said.