Of course, the prince had drank before - granted it was wine and done so sparingly, but still. All the same though he eyed the bottle of whiskey with a sort of wonder before letting his gaze slide back to Thassarian, managing a small smile.

"Don't worry, this doesn't seem like something either of them need to be aware of." They would certainly have worse things on their mind if they returned. For now though they were gone and Anduin ached - and this was a good distraction. Slowly he reached for the bottle, hefting the weight of it in his hand.

"...Thank you." He glanced upwards once more, tearing his gaze from the bottle.

"I could get two glasses. Do you want some?"