[ Alright, well. "Waffles" gets something between a burst of laughter and an indignant snort out of him. He remembers part of his intent here, loosens in demeanor, and digs into his bag before dropping a bottle into Scott's hand. He doesn't withdraw his own hand for a moment, though, tipping it against Scott's as if encouraging him to read the label.

It's nice whiskey. Not that it matters, particularly. They'll either waste it or will hardly break into it at all, depending on preferences. It's just obviously stolen, and stealing from Logan is funny. ]

I encourage you to think about it, mein Freund. I don't think I want to be called Waffles. I couldn't take it very seriously.