[Yeah this is the part where the camera conveniently cuts to them sitting at a table at the bar because, anyway, they got there.]

Uh, I guess? But no one calls us mages. That's more like a fantasy magic term. Mages can casts fireballs and cool shit like that.

[He's jealous, frankly. He watches Fenris tend to his fingers, and then somewhat skeptically grabs the bottle for himself.]

Does this really work? Disinfecting shit with booze? Is it, like, any booze or just the clear ones?

[Whiskey's brown, so it probably has some kind of extra shit in it, right? What about, like, triple sec? He's got a lot to think about, but after sniffing the bottle like that will tell him anything useful, he figures he may as well follow suit.]