A bottle of anything would do me. [ He's not fussy - but then he comes from a world where you can't be choosy when it comes to alcohol. You take whatever's available, which is moonshine most of the time.

He tries to hold back his amusement at her relief about his age. ] You don't look it. [ Which probably sounds like a line but he honestly means it. He's more concerned about finding a way home than he is about the ridiculous sex card they have to fill in, but there's no harm in letting her know that if she wanted his help with a square, he definitely wouldn't say no to her. Out of the kindness of his heart, of course. ]

Seven years is nothing to me. [ He shrugs. ] But we should at least try to find a way out of here before we start fucking around, right?