[ Jack raises an eyebrow at Rhys's drunken drawl, but it quickly turns into an expression like he's just smelled something unpleasant. He shakes his head, then gestures generally as if to dismiss what Rhys has just said with his hands. ]

Nah, not Mister Marten, that- Christ, it makes me sound old. Call me Jack, pumpkin.

[ please... stop with the nicknames jack... ]

Uh, for the question though, drinking? You're in my haunt, buddy. I did the owner a favor, now I get free drinks. Why would I go anywhere else?