[He takes a sip of his own mezcal, sighing at the way it warms his throat. The smell always reminds him of his father, and he softly smiles.]

You don't exactly look like a child, though. [His shoulders shake with a small chuckle.] With that mustache, you could probably bluff your way through a liquor store if you felt like it. Then again, you may as well just ask someone to buy some for you if you're gonna go through all that trouble.