Cute. [There's a little less bite to his sarcasm now-- indeed, he finds something kind of admirable about this guy's dedication to being a smartass. Taking the glass from Dirk, he makes a show of inspecting it thoroughly, as if doubtful of the other man's claim. Then he shrugs.]

Ah, well. Wouldn't be the worst thing I've ingested. You'd be surprised at what my former mistress thought passed for edible cuisine.

[It's immediately apparent that Dito's way of drinking isn't exactly normal. He dips his head down, drawing the water in with his lips until his mouth is full, then tipping his head back. His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows, and then he repeats the process a few more times, even though after a few seconds the water has lowered so far in the glass that he has to tilt it in order to get a full mouthful.

He is drinking, essentially, like a bird. There's a distinct impression that this quirk is a relatively recent occurrence. Swallowing the last of it, Dito wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and holds the glass out for Dirk to take.]

Thanks. Guess I was thirstier than I realized.