Well, if I know Annie— [He cracks open that beer, the fizzing sound not the reason he momentarily cringes. He does know Annie, to some extent, but he's well aware that with the way things work here, he can't really, really know someone else entirely. Not from a different world.] —she wouldn't feel disrespected by you enjoying something new for what it was on our way to see her back.

[Apparently he'll even drink to that minute profile.]

Might even be honored by it.