Five years, sweetheart. [He holds up a hand, fingers and thumb extended to make a point.] Try anything less and you're blaspheming against the holy name of Mr. Daniels with the slop that'll come out.

[But, is that a pang of sympathy at what she she's had to endure in the past. Cheap vodka? Ouch, that hits him right in the feels and he lets out some cross between a groan and a sight.]

Sounds like you are in desperate need of a teacher that knows his way around the bottles. Lucky for you, I just had a spot in my schedule open up. [He's all charm and charisma. Sure, she looks a little young, but so did the December twins during his calendar run.]