Brandy. Rather decent brandy, at that, though not the fanciest stuff around. And Sebastian would likely offer a cigarette if he had it, but he's a pipe smoking man by habit. The big man takes the flask back, and tucks it into his pocket.

"There isn't one ruddy person who knows where we actually are," he offers in gloomy explanation. "Not one! Though I've certainly heard my fair share of ridiculous theories."