[Drew pulls a little face of confusion and concern, changing his grip on Grey's hand so that he's circling the other man's wrist.]

Then I guess I'll have to try an' keep things clear for you. [Even if he didn't want to push Grey into something, after all Drew couldn't get drunk. He could get high, sure, but after seeing the beautifully skinned boy's reaction and aversion to drugs he couldn't help but realize that'd be a terrible idea.

He breaks their connection only to reach into a fridge and pull out two bottles of beer, tearing off the tops with one hand, knowing fine well that any cuts the metal might make in his skin would heal in seconds before handing one to Grey.]

Then guess its a good damn thing the two of us are here for company, huh?