[ he accepts that without a question - no regrets means it's a non-zero chance of happening again, and he'll take a distraction without thinking if the opportunity's there - and lets the whiskey burn its way through him. less, now, since he's already had enough to set the burn to numbness, to make the anger settle down into a seethe instead of an almost-boil.

the following comment, though, makes him almost laugh. he smirks against the cup, watching david a little more intently than before. ]

We'd gone into the workshop, you woulda had more.

[ not necessarily something any sane person would consider using, but consequences are light, here. ]

But you didn't wanna wait. Figure I coulda bent you over something out in the open and you wouldn't be complainin' 'til now.

[ he's not complaining, either. he doesn't care who knows what he does with survivors - well, mostly he doesn't care. ]