"I said different, not middle-aged," Gray laughed, comfortably resting both of his arms around her waist in a somewhat looser hug--if only to allow for drinking.

He accepted the flask and took a swig of what ended up being... rum. Not bad. Not his favorite, but not bad. He returned the flask by pressing it into her collarbone, leaning down and resting his forehead against hers.

"I can play that game," he smirked quietly.