Jack watched her go towards the door that lead to the rooms she was going to take him to to be able to sleep. But he did catch the sight of the bottle...along with that look in her eyes. Something about the Goblin shook something deep within her...both old, and new. And that look with that bottle...it was a situation that he had been in many, many times. She could of possibly seen a sympathetic look on his face before he got off his stool and went to her.<br/><br/>But, when he got to her, he had put a hand on her shoulder to stop her from going. If she were to look at his face quick enough, she could still see that sympathetic look before it turned into the usual rugged neutrality. He shook his head and reached down and took the rum bottle from her hand. He dangled it between their faces before finally speaking.<br/><br/>"Knowin' from experience...carrying this 'round with ya everywhere can lead to a rather distasteful nightmare...followed by a depressin' day after and, eventually, the end of yer good time for a couple of weeks. I think it'll be safer with me, I know when I need ta stop..."<br/><br/>He then chuckled as he handed her back the bottle,"Who am I kiddin'? Me knowin' when to stop drinking? You'll have better luck tryin' ta stop a Goblin from countin' his gold." He then sighed and shook his head,"But, seriously...Don' be carrying the poison around with ya everywhere...Take it from me...It leads ta nothin' but misery."<br/><br/>When he was sure that Lydia had the bottle, he let go and put his hands into his coat pockets,"So...where is this room ya been tellin' me about?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>