Desmond mulled this over for a few seconds. If the allowance he'd been given was any indication, money was definitely a thing he would need here, as would information. Ever an Assassin, the opportunity for eavesdropping loomed in his mind.

"Wasn't really looking, but if you're offering...I'm your guy. Cheers."

Desmond raises his glass, before taking his first swallow of the not-whiskey. While Desmond was far from a liquor aficionado, he knew good booze when he tasted it, and this was pretty decent booze.

"This is surprisingly not bad. What's it distilled from?"