He shakes his head, smiling, good-natured. He's not bothered by the question--by any questions, really, he's far too easygoing a guy for that.

"Never was much of a drinker. And nowadays it doesn't do anything to me anyway, so why bother?" He'd tried, after Bucky fell from that train, right in front of him. He'd tried to drown his sorrows, but with this new and improved metabolism, it'd been a lost cause.

"I'd be happy to get you a soda, if you want. Maybe I could even help you figure out how to find who gets this hamster?"