You sound like you're friends with the lovechild of Bones and Spock, if we're getting really technical. Latter's more logical, Bones prefers common sense.

[ Nodding to the acquiesce for booze, he wanders back into his bedroom to get a bottle from under his bed, uncapping it as he returns. He looks her over once again as she really makes herself at home, rooting out two tumblers. ]

Drink much?