[ Amos tilts his head at Kaeya, a playful sort of doubt written across his features. Really? That's why he's here? Other than the part where it's a literal fact — there is indeed alcohol meant for two — that's kinda bullshit, isn't it?

He doesn't vocalize the callout, though, leaving it as more of a muted feeling. Just because Amos wouldn't seek out someone else's company in a low moment doesn't mean he has to be a dick to someone who would. He'd rather just be there for them, and if that means playing along, he'll gladly play along.

... Not like he isn't getting anything out of this, too, as he brightly watches Kaeya fill the glasses, takes his once it's ready and sips at it. ]

Tastes fine to me. Not like I'm a connoisseur though. Everything here's a hell of a lot fancier than what I'm used to.

[ No shame in it; it's just a fact. He's had swill wayyyy worse than this with no complaints. Amos takes another drink, deeper this time. ]

For the record, someone shows up at my doorstep with booze, I'm not turning them away.

[ Hey, bud. You can do this whenever. Maybe even without the alcohol, but if you're offering to go all the way... ]