He stares at the mug being pushed back at him, squinting up at Kostos after a moment.

"What, it being free doesn't make it taste better?" It always had to him. Sure, this ale leaves something to be desired, a lot of something, but free. "Or is the conversation making it taste bad?"

Deciding there's little to no chance Kostos dropped something dangerous in it, Anders takes his own drink from the mug.